Embodiment

Presley (let me be) your teddy bear

Is it thru breath, or an Idea, or  names of detachment

In which God wants to become known to himself

(Let me be) your sub, my spirit to your spirit guide

Heavenly bodies, in which to know God a goddess

When I listened to Teddy bear in my youth, many times

My spirit slept in virginal love in Idea, not as sub

I wanted to be known by love, but never being with

A woman I loved, it was never physical love, I knew

I wanted to be a teddy bear, never thought of flesh

Needed your hands, tell me be your teddy bear you’ll caress

To know myself, daedra morrigan, how to know

You – awaits in a fantasy, coming true, between thighs two

You before my fantasy, domme morrigan, me undressed:

I’ll be your sub; your teddy, your anything you want, bear

My spirits’ breath, face-planted in your holy grail, spirit quickens

Into flesh, embodying love, finally ready, for exploding sex