She gazed down upon her subjects from her castle in the sky.
Oblivious that his virile, bare skin would be her weakness.
Curiosity could not be subdued from the depths of her pulsations.
Desperate to savour his spice a mortal she became.
As the feathers fall from wings that are no more, her anklets chime.
The cool blades of grass slide, a new sensation between her toes.
A cloth she must find in haste, to cover her emeralds and jewels.
Iridescently her olive skin glows through the light muslin drape.
Despite her power she trembles as she approaches.
An eternity passes in moments until the bewitching eyes meet.
She bites her lip.