How to Make Love to a Goddess.
Gently lift her into your arms,
Careful not to jostle her delicate heart
Yet, strong enough to protect her
Caress her as though you are blind,
And touch becomes your sight.
Kiss her with lips open,
Tongue soft,
Sweeping across hers, as if to say,
“You are the delicacy of my life.”
Travel to her breasts,
Circling,
From the bottom, to the top
Working your way inward
Like you would
To the center of a molten cake.
Her nipples, the last to be captured.
Don’t bite.
Biting her suppleness
Is like picking a rose before it blooms–
Interfering with nature is a crime to the soul,
The soul of everything.
Her breasts are the source
Treat them like that,
Like they are sacredly sweet—
Licking them like the ice cream cone you’ve been craving
Since the first day of the summer,
And you don’t want to lose one drip
To sun melt.
Consume them in the warm cave of your mouth,
Savoring…
As you hold her in your mighty hands,
This is how to make love to a goddess.
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