Here I am...
Wanting, waiting,
desire on fire,
perched on the
edge of a cliff...
Permission.
Such a powerful word.
A woman.
Sacred, powerful
delicate, a goddess...
A man.
Wanting to touch,
penetrate, devour
and embrace.
If you ask,
she'll respond;
your wish is my
command.
I am yours.
Hands on thighs,
breasts on cock,
chin on chest,
eyes on lips...
You are my man.
All is yours,
all is given
to you now.
Ah, the simplicity
of a spell with the
simplest words;
may I?
Yemanja
