Note: This was written after a blissful afternoon with my husband's girlfriend. As I was licking her, feeling her tongue on me, I pictured a high priestess with hands raised in blessing, leading the congregation in prayer, as they watched us on the alter, faces buried between each other's legs.
****************************************************************************************************************
With this I give pleasure
And with it receive
Enfolding, surrounding
Engulfing your need
I am not yours
And you are not mine
We each are the Goddess
And we are divine
Taste of my body,
Each precious piece;
It opens with wanting
And screams its release
I am not yours
And you are not mine
We worship the Goddess
At this perfect shrine
My bounty is more
Than one body can hold
Drink of my wine
Taste of my soul
I am not yours
And you are not mine
We are Goddess eternal
In spirit and mind
This act is sacred
This union is blessed
No hesitation
No sins to confess
I am not yours
And you are not mine
We each are our own
And this is our time
With this I give pleasure
And with it receive
I welcome you home
In word and in deed
Come without question
Come without fear
Come when I call out
Come, and I’ll hear.
Blessed be.
******************************************************************
Additional lines for when the priest(s) join them at the alter:
He is not yours
And you are not his
We are the Goddess
Of all that there is
Man may have root
And man may have seed
But we are the earth,
Where we nurture his need
All contents © Copyright 1996-2023. Literotica is a registered trademark.
Desktop versionT.O.S.PrivacyReport a ProblemSupport
Version 1.0.2+795cd7d.adb84bd
We are testing a new version of this page. It was made in 63 milliseconds