I never witnessed a wind so alive. My feet lifted, I hovered weightless for a moment, carried by your breath in the night. My robe flew open, tender flesh to a storm exposed. I shook and shook, and felt your pulse enter me.
In my mind, the temple lay in ruins, I was tormented by reptilians in the night. Hungry like them, but the halls filled with serpents came only to feed. Last night I released them all back to you. They lived dormant in me throughout these years, writhing awake during moons new and swollen, begging to eat. Thrashing in discomfort and need. Nothing would sate her, not fire or water, drink nor sex. All the pleasures of the world consumed, the hunger for more deepened. And my poor body would suffer, as the damage done destroyed tender cords I made with love.
One by one, they feasted on me at night. Sinking their venom into purple vein, I would call out and hear a demon's cry. The shadow spread quick over desert lands. Skin too hot to touch, eyes like cinders burned. The intoxication of smell became my spell. Sex was magic. Magic was power.
I regaled in it, until you came and did without. Still the serpents with gaping mouths fed, now with no prey, they turned on their host instead.
I satiated their greed with my own flesh and blood. I took what was borrowed and begged them to sleep.
All but one remains, dormant now in my belly. She is the great white serpent. Mother to awakening and creed.
The rest I gave to you last night in the sea.
And let at last your breath enter me.