Magnificence

Sentinel of the Palace of Pearls,
What forests of men could such a one as I
Journey through to find such magnificence
In such a form as this?

Strong and proud,
With head lifted high,
A framework of pumping life force
Webs thine splendour with
Throbbing, so deep and powerful
And fine in smooth, pulsing girth.

He stands,
Able, unadorned Samson with a single eye fully opened,
And the strength to topple temples of goddesses
Who would defy his sacred presence!
Their walls are opened unto him,
Their inner sanctums laid bare and glistening
In the glory of his extreme majesty.

He rises,
From depths of men to heights of gods,
His base shrouded in the mists of feral masculinity,
His sword strong and ready to slice the Vestals’ purity in twain.

Ah, God who dwells beneath robes of dignity,
Hear the cry of this needful worshipper!
Unsheath mountainous glory
And let the handmaidens feast their eyes
Upon thine victorious loins!

Oh, for the arrogance of thine power
To seek sanctuary within mine pure, wet mouth!
How I long for the dignity of thine royal presence
To enter mine glittering gates with rainbow drops,
And deposit treasures within mine body.

Magnificent Master of all I possess,
Let me purvey a place to rest thine majestic head,
And leave thine wonders secretly
Within mine jewel chamber.

For all I seek is to behold thine magnificence
Within mine own body,
And in royal turn,
Let it seek to invade mine own temple
With singing, molten ropes of pearl.

My God! For thee, I am laid bare,
And thine servant humbly prostrates herself
For thine majestic entry.

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