"She rides astride the Beast; in her left hand she holds the reins, representing the passion which unites them. In her right she holds aloft the cup, the Holy Grail aflame with love and death"- From the "The Book of the Law" by Aleister Crowley.
A poem for your legs
Wrapped around the rhymes of my orgasmic death.
A poem for your strong thighs
That saddle ride my pelvis into heaven.
A poem for your wetness
That nourishes my skin, you are the water to my fire.
I, I...... I groan,
A poem to your Venus mound
That pulses victoriously in the hot, wet night sky.
By: J.O.D © 2009
To Coconut and chocolate, may they one day find sweet sweet unison.