Content Note:
This poem contains sensual and erotic themes, expressed through poetic language and metaphor. It explores intimate power dynamics, desire, and emotional surrender in a romantic context. Readers may encounter explicit imagery framed with reverence, rhythm, and old-fashioned phrasing. Intended for mature audiences who appreciate lyrical expressions of passion and vulnerability.

She kissed me as if I were air,
and she, undone in breathless prayer.
Her lips did tremble, soft and sweet,
as though the stars knelt at her feet.

She moved as twilight o’er the moor,
with grace that saints could scarce endure.
Her touch, a fire both fierce and fair,
didst write my name on skin laid bare.

As I set into her, lo—time didst blur,
and all the world grew faint with her.
Her sighs became a sacred tune,
more haunting than the ghost of moon.

She clung as ivy clings to stone,
with ache that made the night her own.
Her thighs, a gate to realms divine,
her breath, a draught more sweet than wine.

“Speak not,” quoth she, “lest silence break,”
and kissed me deep, for passion’s sake.
Then lower still, where fire doth dwell,
she drew me forth, and cast her spell.

I whispered, “Thou shalt obey,”
she nodded soft, “Each blessed day.”
“Get to thy knees,” I bade with ease—
she knelt as if the stars did freeze.

She broke as dawn breaks o’er the hill,
then bloomed with shivers, soft and still.
I moved as myth through mortal frame,
and bore the weight of whispered flame.

She kissed me as the sea doth rage,
with tempest born of lover’s cage.
I drowned in waves she bid me crave,
and rose anew from passion’s grave.

She kissed me as the stars kiss night—
with hush, with heat, with holy light.
I held her close, as saints hold sin,
and felt the world dissolve within.

-jason

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