I open for no one.
I choose.
But when I want you,
when the ache coils low and deep,
I am the mouth that swallows your name.
Between my thighs is no mystery
just hunger,
wet and waiting in the velvet bloom
you tremble to taste.
Call it my temple.
Call it a garden.
Call it whatever makes you fall to your knees
but know this:
you enter at my mercy.
Inside me is the heat
that melted gods,
the silken trap
that held kings in moans,
the wet pulse that sways your reason
like wind on flame.
When I pull you in
tongue, fingers, cock, soul
I make you forget your name
and remember only mine.
Because I am the chalice.
The siren’s mouth.
The altar and the offering.
And you?
You’re just lucky
to burn.
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Wow, that is hot.
Thanks Fia….. powerful women are a real turn on.
Okay, that’s one of the most incredible nods to someone I have EVER had the pleasure to read. Bravo!
Thanks Willow….it’s just how I’d imagined a strong woman speaking.🌞🙏