For My Pleasure’s Sake

Open up,

Pull the petals of your bloom apart.

Stroke them,

Slide o’er their soft pink form.

Feel it,

Nature’s surge from earth to curling toes.

Quake,

Crack like the rock laid by Gods of old.

Show to me,

All that those Gods bestowed.

Give to me,

What I alone am owed.

Offer up,

All you were given so that I may take.

Your sacrifice,

For my pleasure’s sake.

Ready yourself,

To receive your new monotheistic God.

Brace yourself,

Anticipate the divine acts that you’ll beg to stop.

Attenuate,

Attune to rhythmically resonate.

Orgasmic mess,

My scarred and shaking apostate.

Show to me,

All that the Gods bestowed.

Give to me,

What I alone am owed.

Offer up,

All you were given so that I may take.

Your sacrifice,

For my pleasure’s sake.

Daily Prompt: Archaic (Love Archaic?)

Love as old as time itself.

Archaic to some, put up on a shelf.

Not to me, not to you.

Love is all we know, love true.

I’ve never been fashionable.

Timeless you might say.

And love? Love for me will never fade away.

It’s old, but without it we wouldn’t be.

Archaic? No, not to me.

via Daily Prompt: Archaic