You Should Worship Me, Oh Horned One (Le Voir N. Lewis

You Should Worship Me, Oh Horned One (Le Voir N. Lewis - New Orleans, LA)

He asked if I am sure. Of course, I am sure This is what you wanted.

I only followed the lead you gave, ever so flirty and merely taunted.

I have felt your gaze pierce through my soul, taking my breath away.

You have me mesmerized, yet energized, ready to put my emotions on display.

You almost had me vulnerable, ready to hand over my power and will.

I woke up from this daydream to realize your scheme. A talent that requires much skill.

You are so ecstatic as you moan in my ear in sheer, extreme pleasure.

Don’t let go of the flesh you have wanted for an eternity, wanting with every measure.

Be guided by the lust of your loins and let go of the thoughts in your mind.

Let’s put the question to bed, you should worship me instead, the way nature created and designed.

Worship my body with your words. Pray to me like I am your god with a sword.

Give relevance to my name. The air we breathe is the same. You pant with every word.

You worship my thighs, my eyes, my lips. You call me Son of The Lands.

I sit on a throne of chocolate rivers and make homes out of burning sands.

You embrace my non-existent bosom, adding to your list of body parts to adore.

I share with you my flesh, the most fragrant and fresh, for your tongue to lap my skin and explore.

Claim your spot at the foot of my throne, for I dare not share space during my reign.

My destiny is determined, only need you to confirm and be my love servant in my local domain.

Gift me your hardened member, heart, and your soul; whilst you enjoy the last seconds of bliss. Remember, oh horned one, the pure joy you experienced because you will never again enjoy ecstasy like this.

Do not stop worshipping the vessel of perfection within me. My manifest has now begun.

Relinquish your power, my soul you wish to devour, your last function as the Great Horned One.

I have taken my claim to rule the underworld and do its bidding at your behest.

No need to worry or dread, Oh Horned One, worship me instead, living comfortably in the warmth of my chest.

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