I love the female form. Soft. Round. Juicy. Hypnotizing. The lusciousness of her breasts. The curvature of her waist. The fullness of her hips. The suppleness of her skin. Her intoxicating fragrance. Her breath. Her creamy thighs. I sense the nectar in her womb. This erotic creature. This primal temptress. Both light and shadow. The Goddess emerges from within her. Her body is an exquisite temple of the Divine Feminine. Her legs spread. The temple gates open. I desire to worship Aphrodite. Warm. Wet. Receptive. Her sanctuary. A garden of unspeakable delights. Source of fertility. Embracing my masculine essence. Maker of sexual alchemy. She is Magic. She is Mystery.
Lutheran Guilt 