Goddess On My Bed Poem by Adams King

Oh goddess on my bed
Garden of Eden, Adam's precious paradise
Give me your fruit like Eve to Adam
and let us both be naked
To turn dancers to a forbidden dance
To an uncoupled soul like you and I
What's forbidden shouldn't be edible
nor sweet or wet to quench appetite
Unless it will be eaten with ease

Oh goddess on my bed
What else can the world give than you
You were created from man's own ribs
I swallow my racial sickness
and welcome you in colours diverse
I will eat a thousand times your fruit
When naked to reveal your beauty
When your thighs are spread to reveal
Your treasures decorated with grasses

Oh goddess on my bed
A dream beyond all dreams achieved
Hold on to your toes and let me strike
like blows of betrayal from behind
No man is as drunk as I am
When you sit upon my manly mantle
like a royal throne for queens
Take me into your temple of treasures
Bury my manhood in your sumptuous soil
To rise like Christ to die and rise till it dies

Oh goddess on my bed
Spread your armies and leave your gate
defenseless, let me sink and steal
from your naked earth some warmth
The whiskey taste of your kiss
The everlasting sweetness from your jar
Where drops of pleasure are never scarce
nor found empty for a day

Oh goddess on my bed
In your nose comes out the breath of life
Your low voice like a wounded soul
Tempting tongue asking for more blows
Like Oliver twist father to beggars of more
Your partially closed eyes and mouth
open wide like watchers of wonders
captured by the net of amazement

Oh goddess on my bed
You're of more comfort and softness
than the bed on which I lay
No night will I let go, without a taste
of your delicious heaven your priceless gift
Ever since the dawn of time all Adam
Seek the fruit planted in your middle
Whose taste are like apples of paradise