Sphere

Sphere sizzling with energy,
racing through the night,
unseen by human eyes,
the moon is shining bright.

It races the cities,
high in the sky,
the power is growing,
the time is nigh.

The virgin is sleeping,
her breath going slow,
she dreams of a hero,
who's keeping his vow.

The sphere is descending,
easy finding it's way,
approaching the house,
the sleeping girl lay.

She dreams how he saves her,
slaying the beast,
the sphere is close now,
Coming in from the east.

Passing the window,
the energy bolt
enters her body
and gives her a jolt.

Her body is tingling,
the heat coming on,
the sheets are too hot,
her throat gives a moan.

Her hands roam her body,
the nightgown so thin,
her breasts godly orbs,
so perfect her skin.

Her fingers can't help it,
she tears at the gown,
ripping the fabric,
her throat gives a moan.

Her body is free now,
the gown down in shreds,
Her fingers keep moving,
skin starting to sweat.

The girl starts squirming,
caressing breasts of her own,
twisting her nipples,
her throat gives a moan.

Her fingers slide south,
brushing the hair,
finding the cleavage,
pressing in there.

Her lips gleam of moisture,
the fingers all wet,
spreading thighs wide,
to the edge of the bed.

She strokes the cleavage,
up first then down,
touching the button,
her throat gives a moan.

The energy rises,
skin covered in sweat,
her moans getting stronger,
the cleavage so wet.

She dreams of her hero,
holding her strong,
weapon at the ready,
her throat gives a moan.

Her fingers probe deeper,
into the abyss,
her hero is flighting
as he gives her a kiss.

The sphere inside pulsing,
body squirming of lust,
Her fingers keep moving,
faster each thrust.

A sudden explosion,
her screams in the room,
girl at the peak,
the sphere is gone.