Divine

I have a gift that tells no lies,
It promises the highest highs.
A cut above the satisfactions
Found in commerce and transactions.
A tonic from the daily stress
A cure a savior. I am blessed,
By all the sweet sensations.
Those vibrant heady emanations.
The play of nerves
The lightning pleasure
The ripples of my body’s treasure.
Calms my flesh and stills my mind
And in ways I cant define,
Lifts my spirits, feeds my soul,
Tempers me and makes me whole.
Drives the angst out from my head,
Leaves me flat out on the bed.

Oh joy of joys.
From hands or toys,
From fingertips, cocks, tongues and lips.
Oh it’s sublime
This clit of mine,
The folds that keep it snug.
The love tunnel inside of me
That gives parts of you a hug.
The portal of such promise
Leads me to a store of jewels.
My nervous system so engaged
I confess, will suffer fools
If they’ve the skills to prove
That they know how to use their tools.
To start wave upon wave,
Plateaus that change,
Horizons that shift
If you handle my clit
With accurate pressure.
Enter my palace with keen and clear measure,
Of the magnificence of my satisfaction
And yours in turn at my reaction.

Fact or fiction.
Boys or girls.
Or all alone,
I rock my world.
Am flooded with the certainty
That one day all human kind will see,
Peace on earth an end to the fall.
I feel the universe and all its magic.
Know that all I need I have it.
Bright clear stars open skies
Embraced between my dampened thighs.
My open gates embrace the void.
My little death
A rebirth yet
Also an invitation,
Perhaps a celebration
Of the divinity of the flesh.
A sanctuary in this mortal coil
To escape to when well oiled

I wish for every one alive
To sate their desires so they thrive.
To learn of all the secret places,
Each to find the right embraces.
To enjoy as they deserve
The gift of lust free in the world.
It is the prize of human kind
The alchemy of skin and mind,
The liberty of honest sex.
This free offer is just the best the best.
A most efficient vehicle
It drives me to the pinnacle.
The latchkey to those built in thrills.

No shame, no pain, no rules should ever
Rob a woman of her pleasure.
Without it mankind is bereft
Such couplings I see as theft.
For only worship will suffice
And it requires no sacrifice.
But only love care and respect,
And a little practice to perfect
That traipse across the sensual seas.
Led by the desire to please
Will sure unleash those storms of passion
The limitless ride of her orgasm.