The illustration, Goddess, by K.L.Storer. |
As if you need one. You stand on the edge, you cast watchful eyes. Would you pray to me? Would you prey on me? Am I your mistress? I could dress in lace and wait by your bed; I could pull the leash hooked to your collar -- neither will happen. Then, am I your whore? Yet, you want more than my flesh, my moistness. You relish my warmth, you inhale my musk; you hear, know, my words. Am I your girlfriend, for Saturday night, a low cut, those heels, your canary smile, dangerous sex in a rented limo? Am I more your mate? Will we both reach down to take hold of hands, hands of such pure trust, hands that reach up to the god and goddess? |
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