She Came

Here she comes, my perfect analogy. And here she stays, the sweetest bit of sin. She came for me. She comes for love. A metaphorical being of my imagination, the sensual ruining of my holy and wholly reality. No one woman could ever be you...you the culmination of a lifetime of seeking. And I have found what every man has sought; she who was, she who must be my all.

She came and brought to my mouth a flood that even God himself could not have outdone. She came and I grew ever harder, before the softness took me under her spell. Each moan was an orgasm. Every thought was a female ejaculation. I choked down my safe word just to feel the worst, that would become the best fucking of my eternal soul.

She came because I was a man. She stayed because I could be a god. And we are a poet and his muse. A blurring of lines between pragmatic reality and fantastical sins. She came and I came so sweet because of her.