Plunging myself over her court’s edge.
As if serpents coiled around the moon.
My neck noosed…
To die for the taste of her nectar.
Death’s sickle swings from…
the sweet sways of her hips...
to her seducing curves...
The earth beneath me shifting hellishly.
Deeper I delved into nightshade.
Looking up towards the soil.
From the very core of my world.
Her heated thighs now my epicentre of pleasure.
For this moment…
I stilled the oceans between us.
And let no word disturb her lips.
But only the gentle waves of her moans.
Until She called out…
My name...
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