Zathos
Always hovering just above her head, she sees his winged flight.
With arms extended she reaches for him but he is gone from her sight.
Again he returns to taunt and torture her mind,
She scans the skies always hoping to find,
A glimpse, a glimmer, just something to treasure.
Her body cries out for release, cries out for the pleasure,
She knows only he can bring to her, he drives her insane.
She is thirsting for water, thirsting for rain.
She waits for him to join her down here,
He teases her and taunts her circling near.
He dives down so low she can feel his breath,
Then he flies away it feels just like death.
She tries to free herself from the chains that bind her down,
In his intoxicating essence she feels she might drown.
To fly through the skies is her deepest desire,
But she has no wings and she has no fire.
She is bound to the ground and can only watch the skies,
She cannot hide the desire and excitement in her eyes.
She sees his shadow gliding near,
She is filled with expectancy and fear.
This time he lands and lifts her up into the air,
She relaxes in his embrace he takes her into his lair.
The mingling of bodies, the cries thrown into the wind,
The passion builds and devours until the pleasurable end.
Slowly he glides down and returns her to her place,
He gently brushes the hair from her face.
One gentle kiss and he leaves her wanting more,
His touch has tamed her and shaken her to the core.
He waits in anticipation to capture her, to return her to his lair,
She watches the skies waiting for him to take her back into the air.
