The Invasion

 

Every morning, right after I pray my head,

when I wake and acknowledge my consciousness,

at the entry of a new day, after I have spoken to my creation,
every crack of dawn for two full moons, I have prayed for you.

Every day since you struck me, I have longed an encore,
your poisoned lips an infectious touch still lingers,
so sudden, yet lasting forever. never have I been treated so.
You stared me up with eyes laced with a sorceress hypnosis,
the enthralling gaze rid me of presence of mind,
at the moment, all I saw was nebula beyond reach and feel.

Eyeballs coated in a ring, burning bright red with the fire of desire,
every blink a different tease. You sauntered and swayed from side to side, presence and figure striking. Every movement like a pose, every step like a glide, every move graceful. In my darkest of days, your figure lit my plains of many perversion, without breaking gaze, the entirety of your being grossly bound my will. the more I looked, the more I lust.

You came close and planted your charm in my face.
When you touched me, the lust coursed through my veins.
your skin, soft, yet as hot as Nebuchadnezzar's fire.
the brush of your tighs inspired my Sacral chakra.
your bare body hatched a spirit long dead in me.
your kiss woke a monstrous one-eyed ophidian.

At that moment, I was sure you did not belong here on earth,
no universe this mundane deserved such ethereal sexual energy.
I felt my will and body fall, my fences melted, my back hit the ground.
the language of your skin invited me to devour and regurgitate.
every point of contact lit a fire in my body, such like never before felt.
when you swallowed me, I felt the warmth and softness of silk and velvet.

If ever there is heaven as they say, you sent me to its highest echelons,
you ensured my participation and petrification simultaneously.
in every stroke and poke, there was a passion of engulfing lust,
with a spiritual rhythm and tune, you danced over me like a constrictor.
like a lucid dream, only minutes but lasting a lifetime, you made a sigma,
You invaded my being with a passion as bright as crimson fire.

Every day since you struck me, I have ceaselessly prayed an encore,
Two full moons to find the accurate words to describe our transaction,
yet as I live and think, I haven't done justice to the language and essence,
to this memo of passionate lust, I haven't the words to engrave the feeling.
I was loved by a goddess of some spiritual sensation beyond description.
I found in your body, what Solomon sort in a thousand.


Onala 2021