The Blessing

In a pool of light
she dances naked for him...watching him....
how his eyes shine with hunger.
He kneels before her,
clad only in shadow.
He is holding his balls, lifting them, squeezing them
as he returns her gaze.

Slow drumbeat....
Violin and guitar
weave and rub together.
Her weaving hands reach skyward
to greet the Goddess.
She is swimming in the primal flow
( Dance is ancient magic ).

She slowly lowers her hands,
her fingertips graze her taut nipples,
inflaming them.
She pushes her lush hips and rippling thighs forward,
offering herself to him.

He groans and oozes nectar
as he strokes his thick meat
and he watches her and is lost in her.

She hums and moans with the music
making a Siren song,
luring him deeper into her.
He feels himself going mad
and he doesn't care.

She dances closer,
now moving on the edge
of the circle of light.
He can feel her heat.
He can smell her fuck.
He is pulsing with need.

She whispers a command,
"Give me your offering,"
and he spills his gift,
so warm and thick
and musky and sweet.....

"Yes!!" she whispers....."Yes!!".....

His breath is ragged.
His chest and stomach are splashed with his seed.

And now
the music seems far away.....
She writhes in unison
with his softly throbbing cock
as his sperm slowly flows
down his shaft....onto his balls,
dripping and pooling onto the floor.

He licks his fingers and is nourished.
He is breathing quieter,
his eyelids are heavy,
and his trance is a lazy river.

She dances forward.
She straddles his thighs
and looks down on him,
still swaying and and thrusting her hips.

"Look at me,' she says
and when he lifts his eyes
she gushes and spills
and adorns his face
with her golden blessing........