9. THE QUEST OF THE INNOSCENSE. 17 JULY ’08.
Oh my goddess!
What is it that makes you arouse?
How did you know you are in need?
What is it that makes you a woman?
What is it in your temple?
Please answer me, for you have known mine
So I could play with it joyfully
And you will laugh and cry sweetfully
So i could get the power
The power to make you my goddess
My goddess of Aphrodite
Oh my goddess!
How can I learn to love you
That will make and keep you glade?
Where will I touch you
That will make you laugh and cry?
is it in the garden?
Or on my bed?
Where no one will see us
Not even God, your father
There, I will justify your sensual hunger
That you will seek for more and in fire
Oh my goddess!
How is it that you feel
When I tickle your temple?
Or when I tickle that little alter in you?
Did it bring terror in you?
Or it curses you to love me ablaze?
I need to know, whisper it to me
So that this soul of your temple
Could be the harp in my hand
So that any time I play it
You could dance so sensually to it
Oh my goddess!
How is it that you feel
When I squeeze your nipples?
Against my rough fingers
The hills of your fresh breasts
How stronger did it grow?
These had become my wonders
Any time I finger your breasts and nipples
How fast did the electricity grow
To your quite temple and alter?
Have I asked too much, my goddess?
Oh my goddess!
Are you the one loving me?
Or I am the one loving you?
Are you my sex goddess in human form?
Or you are more than it?
You may wonder so suddenly
“What have I done
That he ask too much?”
I have seen and felt your temple
The molten hotness of your temple.
(Dedicated to all male sex-mania).
----------/Adopted from one of my books "Guns Or Roses?"- poetry; coming soon/---------
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