Up on the blue stone mountain

The silken black raven haired beauty sings

at heights the eagle has never known

nor his wings.

An oracle dances in majestic purple streams

and blows prophetic rings of maiden's

distant dreams.

Into her inner sanctum I wish to explore,

every inch I truly adore.

Whipping hips, thrusting hard,

grinding left, grinding right

She locks me into a day spring of forbidden delight.

Intuitively she knows my every need and more

She slides my rigid mast into her harbored shore.

Licking her dripping wet cherry lips she challenges me afore.

Love me hard, love me more.

Her toned calves and smooth oiled thighs

turn week kneed

with my pointed tongues delicate reply.

Her body yearns with anticipation

knowing i will fulfill her broad imagination.

She grabs her ankles, arches her back head over heels,

and begins moaning,

full throated, twisting, and groaning.

Orgasms one after one,

speaking in tongue, wailing to oblivion,

Where have you been my distant lover.

I have turned stone upon stone and could find no other.

She tosses her hair, sultry and clean, to and fro, and speaks.

I am the oracle of my warrior king

and have waited for his treasured touch for weeks.

Demoned eyed, vacant as moonless skies

she watches legions of angels sing

Arabian night lullaby's.

She bids my descent

with a soulful lament.

The four winds rise and fall and I bury my memory in this nights content

and with a whispered reply,

I quietly remind myself that within her quiet ward my dreams will never DIE.