hypnosis

Poem

by mindblade

He grew a little nervous, on a street that was dark and deserted, walking along,
alone.
Breathing. His breathing.
Footsteps. His footsteps. She sang softly into his mind.

Deep inside of him, it began like an unasked question. No words, just a feeling
like he was trying to remember something.
And as he walked, the inner distraction grew until he could almost hear it.
Almost.

But he could feel it.

Breathing slowing. His breathing.
Footsteps slowing. His footsteps.

She sang stronger now, more boldly.

He trembled; little flashes of pleasure.
Growing less aware of his surroundings, he started to lose himself in sensation.

Breathing faster. His breathing.
Footsteps stopping. His footsteps.

Then, She was there: in front of him.

So transfixed by Her Power and Beauty, he forgot to breathe.
Energy and Light shimmered around Her in waves, as She raised Her arms in
Invitation.

So overcome with fear and desire, he was unable to move.
But somewhere, deep in his mind the thoughts rose up: thoughts of escape and
protection. And he struggled.

He struggled with himself and the pleasure, so powerful.
His mind and body screamed, warring inside.

His body made the decision.

He started to move towards Her, drunk with lust.
His mind raced with images of obscenity and degradation, and he wept with
pleasure.

He wanted nothing but to have Her touch him, to be taken and used.
He had forgotten everything: who he was:  what he was: who he knew.

There was only Her.

He gasped as She started to unfold wings of blinding white light from Her body.
He held his breath as She opened Her mouth to speak his name.

Her voice burst inside of him as mindless bliss.

Finally letting go of it all, he fell to his knees in Worship.