•☽Ode to the Omega☾•
Tormenta.
Birthing Nymph of all the fae.
The Fae.
Spring of waters made to quench.
The Mind.
Gathering the swirling poisonous nectar of calendula-scented mounds between their thighs.
Heave the shallow breath from all the faithless.
Their teeth are dull and have no bite.
Feed the starving with the boughs of madness.
Make them yours as you are mine.
Dance around the ancient fire.
Hearth of stone, ash and desire.
Usher the gaunt, forced to hunger.
Your velvet skin the feast they yearn for.
Call the stars to lay with you.
As you sprawl yourself bare,
In form that's raw, plump, ripe, and fair.
Say Calypso what of this?
Is her countenance in your canvas the one I adore, the one I kiss?
Ethereal fatal, bewitching child of the tide.
Is your venus blood what gives you the power,
To hold the leash of all the savagery in the corner of your eye?
Sultry creature.
Spirit of the night.
Come to me.
Come to bare your frail nape.
I'll make you whole, I'll make you right.
Vile bodies, of marbled curviness.
Let 'em be scratched, torn and scorched.
For from the animalism of our communion,
Are the strongest vows forged.
Come to me.
Let me come to you.
Let me sink into your softness.
Let me make of your bare womb the vineyard for my wine.
Cry in pleasure as I break you.
Tremble in ecstasy as I shape you.
Come to me in all your glory.
And I'll bow to the sacred soil of your mind.
Animal. Beast. God of all desire.
Burrow deep within my flesh.
Your predator. Your captor. Your sire.
Of the religion of your form I've resurged in fervour and devout.
The poetry of your beauty the only prayer worth uttering out loud.
Shift your weight into my arms cradle.
Lay your head upon my shoulder.
Be mine.
My muse.
My soul.
The end of flesh, muscle and bone.
Omega siren of this world's whirl.
