The Ritual
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When a Black Goddess tests the one
Deep Rumbling Base
Moaning Feminine Sound
A man walks down the stairs.
Sees a Nubian Goddess
Dancing, Shaking, Moving Erotically
It makes his manhood Move Around
Beautiful Dark Skin
Large Afro fully formed.
She is the prototypical Goddess.
Shakes of her hips
Make all men fall in love.
What is special though
This is not his house
He is a guest of love.
Her name is based off of Lily.
For she is a never tamed filly
No average man
No perfect guy
No Rich Lover
No pious person
Could find his place.
To be trusted to see
The most divine dance
In her sacred place
She turned around
Silk Robe dropped to the floor
She takes her indexed finger.
Tells him to come hither.
For he is the one
She belly dances.
She shakes.
He is mesmerized.
Like a snake towards a song
God every step he takes closer.
He feels her wrapping around.
His masculine soul grows stronger.
She knows he is the one.
She respects him entirely.
But he will be tested once again
To prove he is true with his heart.
Can he withhold?
His inner beast
She smirks
White toothed smile
Bright red lips
Dripping from her sacred place
She takes her fingers
Scoops up her essences
Applies it to his lip and tonque
Makes him smell it on his face
