you gave me my treat
You started me off
with the whip,
just tickling me
with the leather strands, teasing;
the licks felt like feathers,
like whispers.
Then you drizzled almond oil
down my backside,
warm and viscous,
honey oozing over a peach;
dew seeped from the delicate blossoms
inside of me
and I craved your sting,
your hardness.
So you gave me my treat.
You parted my flesh,
cleaved me
again and again,
taking me apart
until you touched
the deepest part of me,
where past and present merge
in a crescendo
of pleasure,
hallowing and restoring me,
and I took the guise
of the goddess
you have made me:
Pua Nani.
