The Sacred Gem

    I am the image of a nocturnal goddess, enraptured by the tropical mist. My body gracefully sways backward with the beat of the rain. Raindrops trickle along my breast. A muse of lust appears from my fantasy. I hold out my arms to her. Embraced by the nectar of passion, we dance in the illusive moonlight.
    My body arches to the tingle of desire thats running along my spine. Her hands glide along the contour of my dimensions. She lifts me into an ardent kiss. Kissing me softly, she lowers her watering mouth to my breast. Her tongue wanders round my ripe nipples. Moving down she taste my sticky sweet juices sending me into a frenzy of ecstasy.
    She enters my erotic domain, closing off from reality into sexual destiny. Searching further and farther for the sacred gem that hides deep inside. I clutch her shoulders to let her know shes closer. She gently places her hands upon my , as if they will help lead her to the wanted destination.
    I lead her hands to my hips. I raise them high into the tropic sky around and down, back up, again and again. She asks me to show her the way to her forbidden jewel. I lower myself to here sensual region. Trembling through countless phases of pleasure. She pulls me near, succulently kissing me. Giving me the energy for the twilights of completion.
    We move deeper and farther, faster and harder to reach tranquiltiy. With final thrusts, we enter into a gothic palace that bares the sacred gem. Sending it off into the night air, we vanish into infinity.