Her Occupied Territory

In desperation's tormented wisdom
the curls of anguish ripple across love,
muscles curve along sorrow's battered wings,
I plead for her to cast her gaze away.

Her delight opens and washes erect
notions while I shiver in the warm light
of her wild orgasmic domination.

Naked, susceptible to sensual
motion - I gather kisses she blows to
my shame; coloured vulnerability,
tones of desire which I crawl through with ease.

Time strangles the universe; stars explode,
worlds cry out for freedom before being
crushed under shades of her cruel laughter.

And I am caught in the skill of passion,
she wields her cold authority quickly,
penetrates imagination's dark skull
while her insanity lowers itself
onto lust's bright exquisite perfection.

I am her occupied territory,
hers to wander whenever she pleases,
a vision of bewilderment to be
used at her leisure, her demands are swift,
they beat me with an appetite not matched
by another alive; she's my goddess.