I am in search of the real Goddesses of this age. The women who are worthy of poetry, songs, and ballads in their honor. The gems who's value outweighs all in this life and most of the next. The sensual beauties that shatter all preconceived notions and can show you what desire feels like deep to your core. The ones who let you into their soul with an intense look of longing.

I have been made for the task before me. A true son of Taurus, designed to properly pray at the altars of these mothers of kings and queens. I understand what it is to start the slowest of burns from the coals of temptation and build it into a raging fire of passion and desire. To caress and taste every inch of these dieties brings me to the height of my own purpose. To feel their quakes of pleasure before I feel any for myself is a badge of honor I wear with pride.

Come to me, beautiful and perfect moon flower. Show me what it is to be you. Lift away the vail and let me into your world. Take my five senses down a path they could never dream to find again. Let my tongue trace your outline while my hands glide out before me, groping to find what is hidden from the world. Your ecstasy is my prayer. My sweat and breath, an offering in your name. Let me be your most devoted servant, sacrificing myself to elevate you to the highest realms.

With a deep breath of the cool night air, I complete my prayer. Lifting my head and opening my eyes, I see the bright moon beaming through the sky. The stars lightly shimmer with energy of all the other prayers cast before the queen of the night. One more deep breath and I am in tune, kneeling before her light. My internal balance could not be more still. She is pleased with my intentions. I know it. I feel it. With a sly smile of appreciation I am back to my feet. The grand lady of the night has heard my prayer, and will shine a path to one of her daughters.