The Temple of the Mother

Last night,
purified on the sacrament of tequila,
he came to worship
in the temple of The Mother.

He parted my thighs with reverence,
entered my sacred inner chambers,
his cock direct and firm
with intention, prayer-like.

He buried his face in my bosom
and sucked on my full breasts.
I cradled his head in my hands,
ran sweet fingers through his hair.

Our scents mingled,
moans and whispers sounded,
kisses were deep,
our holy bodies glowed
with the radiant blessing
of unholy ceremony.

Past midnight we emerged
into the darkness of scant moonlight
filled with
a kind of grace.

5 thoughts on “The Temple of the Mother

  1. Wuji says:

    I really enjoyed this read. Great stuff

  2. lexborgia says:

    Absolutely succulent, the juice really flows out of this.

  3. bejamin4 says:

    Sensually written and beautifully written. This shows the ability to mix great poetry with sexy topics. Fantastic!

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