The Tempest

Luna, bearing your radiant reflection, causing the stirring stimulation of fiery incense that breathes life into the tantalizing tapestry of your prolific presence.

From a distance, I see a portal revealing itself from the headwaters. Above, I behold you descending, bolting as lightning, materializing as a heavenly outburst.

I am there, rocking back and forth, your fiery ocean stirring in me, seizing me with your mythological magic as I encounter your arrival aboard my voluptuous vessel.

The heavens above part, revealing the fully transparent moon above. The currents begin to swell, the water whispers a delicate chant, calling aloud our names. From beneath the ocean's floor emerge two souls with bright eyes, illuminating the turquoise water around us.

Suddenly, without warning, we are raptured to another time and space. It is there, under the silken canopy, that we delight in the torrent of ecstasy, being thrown into the depths of pretty pleasures, diving headlong into a treasure trail of drunken inflated amatory.