I stuffed my goddess in a trap hole a few years ago,
And forgot to let her back out when I needed her.
She started clawing at the top netting from the get-go,
And as soon as that damn gray wolf
That had been haunting the berry patch
Was finally chased off by my strategically placed,
Carefully arranged dynamite,
The fragile mesh began to unravel.

She used the loosened string to fashion a rope,
And she began to climb her way out,
Calling my name,
Angry and afraid and wanting an explanation
Why I had left her in the dark for so long.

And I really had no explanation, other than
My devil made me do it,
Standing there with her suave smile,
And her horns turned limp to her feet,
She made me throw my goddess’ ass down that hole,
And forget her for a while.

But, I remember her now,
And I’m reaching down my hand
So she can pull herself up
And rejoin me here on solid land.
She can be my goddess, again,
For all I knew her so fleetingly in my youth,
I remember where she took me
When I was just old enough to understand,
To grasp the divinity she was showing me.

And the light frightened me so,
With my eyes so accustomed to the dark.
The gold of her heaven
Was a threat to the heavy lead
That had held me in place
Since the day my mother pushed me out.
So I listened to my devil
And I shoved my goddess away.

But now she’s here, beside me,
Inside me.
Now she’s finally free,
And she’s going to claw the black sky
To make it shine,
And she’s going to take flight
Through that brilliant air,
And leave my devil dying and scared.

Beware the goddess set free.
She’s bound to rage against the sea
And hold the sun in her hands
And send it burning down to the forest
To wipe out every last gray wolf
So she can capture every last wily fox
And keep them well fed
On only the hens she’s willing
To feed them
So they’ll lick her hands for a while.

And then,
Then I’ll go to sleep with a smile.
Because, then, then…

Then, this metaphor will end
And I’ll be the goddess
Cumming as he kisses my feet,
And begs me to let him cum again.