Legends of Belariath

Ubique et Hic

Her breath was flowers, dark and delightful,

Her reddened gaze, sweet and insightful,

Her ebon thighs, spread wide for my tongue,

The taste of her there, eternal and young,

Would you know the worship I gave?

I prayed upon her altar, a momentary slave,

I knelt like a peasant between her knees,

And scented her desire upon the breeze,

My tongue slipped out to lap at the gates,

And my Goddess answered, "Heaven awaits,"

My fingers gently pried at her flesh and skin,

Parting her wide, letting myself in,

She did not move, but only to sing,

Her voice, her libido given darkened wing,

I knelt before her, and worshipped her sounds,

I lay over her body, where she lay on sacred ground,

Amongst the remnants of blood she spilled,

Amongst the lost spirits of sacrifices she killed,

I lay her down and lapped at her sex,

There was no script, we did what came next,

I entered her with hands that prayed for delight,

She gave me that day, the truth to the night,

She gave me her secrets when she refused my tongue in one place,

And I gave her understanding when I looked to her face,

Back to her portal, I let myself wander,

And desperate and pleading, this parishioner did enter,

I knelt in her flooding flesh, and I prayed,

And to me, my Goddess, she finally said,

"All is forgiven with the fervor of your pleas,

"You serve me best when you serve on your knees,

"Never forget that men have a place,

"But only to women do you bestow this grace,"

I gave my soul through this woman to my Queen,

And I felt the caresses of a deity unseen

When I felt her thighs grasp tightly my face,

When my fingers brushed over her most tender place,

When she gushed and gave to me her pleasure,

I tasted her gifts, and knew them for treasure,

Through one blue skinned sister, I knew of my soul,

And I drank from the Goddess, dark and cold,

Warmth on my lips, sweet passion slithering there,

Through this worship, the Goddess owns me, and I do not care…