The Serpent Queen

Swarms of bees

hovered in the corners

of my weary storm bedroom walls,

heaven closed

for scaffolding repairs,

I drank energy from

your holy water,

though ever lonely

in my waking

dreams of the moon,

your hands teasing out my tenderness,

kissing me lightly

like brush strokes,

soft skin and

lips to hard nipples,

heads and eyes

rolled like heavy waters,

liquid arching backs

to the ceiling of cathedrals,

through the rafters,

healing energy,

pulsing full clits with cum,

squirting cunts

and hard thick cocks

soaking,

screaming in pleasure

to the sky.

Tease slow

with deep fucks

and crowning moments,

groans turned to spirit chants,

my fingers

reached out in worship,

of the earth,

your tongue,

finding every hidden

moan from

the serpent queen inside of me.