Note that I am a godspouse and it's a historical practice. This poem has small mentions of bdsm and is nsfw. If you don't believe in godspousing don't read. If you don't want to read nsfw also don't read

To whom passes by.

I left my lingerie all
Tangled on the rails
Of her staircases

Roses and lilies
Scattered and making way
Deep into her hidden chambers

One thinks oh she's no good for you
But oh my body says otherwise
And so does my heart
The leather cuffs kissing
My wrist so gently
and yet holding me back

Blinded by soft silk
Similar to her skin against
mine

My sun kissed skin covered
With rosey marks and
Soft spoken words
That makes me weak
To the knees

Moans and groans
Echoing throughout the
Chambers
Eyes rolling back
As it hits in waves

My lingerie is gone
From the rails
But my presence is still There
And now you know
Who I belong to

-From Sekhmet's room