Making Love to Madame Fate

She saunters through the room-
For everyone to see-
Her path, a trail of doom-
For our dreaded destiny.

Her beauty stands out amongst most-
With her beautiful silver and pearls-
Such supple, pale skin like a ghost-
The most elegant in the world.

I yearn to touch her skin-
But she has other plans-
To make me feel the want within-
Yet never touch her hand.

We call her Mademoiselle-
We bow to her beck and call-
For we fear our soul she’ll sell-
And to hell we all will fall.

“Don’t fuck with me, my dear”-
As she taps me on my shoulder-
I look deeply into the eyes of fear-
Into the eyes of my beholder.

She senses my fear and smirks at me-
Then she snaps her fingers with grace-
I look around and she is nowhere to be-
But I still think of her face.

She appeared to me that night-
An image so clear yet strong-
She let me have her, made her mine-
I had waited way too long.

She undressed me with her hands-
Then touched my burning skin-
I did the same on her demand-
She said, “Now we can begin.”

Her breasts so supple, and big-
As my mouth descended upon-
I was so afraid to even blink-
For fear, she would be gone.

Down her body my tongue did draw-
And smelled the aroma of her sex-
She looked at me in gaping aw-
For she knew what was next.

My tongue found her sweet abyss-
In her pleasure that was so divine-
I made her shudder with each lick and kiss-
And my finger dug deep, I made her mine.

My head was removed after forever-
But said nothing when she felt my body’s heat-
I mashed our breasts together –
So that our nipples could meet.

We pressed our sexes so they were concealed-
Our juices mixed from bliss-
I could not resist, my fate had been sealed-
I needed to taste her kiss.

My lips descending and her tongue intertwined-
In orgasm, our loves we did consummate-
I awoke with pleasure, for what I just left behind-
For I just made love to Madame Fate.