Elysian Peace

I have their moans on my mind,

Visions of Elysian peace,

An obsession I'm preoccupied with.

My whispers,

My spells to make them gasp,

My fingers don't need to move to touch them and give them butterflies,

To make them drop to their knees.

On the ground,

He dreams of her eyes looking for his,

Asking for permission

To worship him...

Goddess come save me his subconscious cries.

With a kiss I blow love into the air,

It's particles dissolve the harsh lines of ALT world into the soft blur that is Limbo.

He reaches to grab her throat,

His eyes roll,

He dreams...

Of tasting her

On his fingertips....