Mythmaker

Lyrics

Tell me a story…
One where I moan in metaphors,
And climax in constellations…
I’m listening, Myth-maker.
You came with a journal and a smirk,
Lips like truth, eyes that work.
You painted heavens on my breasts,
Spoke of rebirth in the space of sex.
Your words — a slow caress,
Tongue scripting temples on my chest.
You don’t just touch — you narrate me.
Pleasure with plot. Intimacy with prophecy.
You're my myth-maker,
Love-drenched soul-shaker,
You whisper me wild and rewrite my name.
We love in song verses,
Sacred universes,
You story my body and burn up the shame.
You said “I’m not just kissing you,
I’m collapsing timelines too.”
You make climax a cosmic act,
My orgasm, a new zodiac.
Your voice? A velvet spell.
Your mind? Where goddesses dwell.
I don't just want you—I read you.
Every moan: your myth coming true.
Tell me how Atlantis fell.
Tell me how you made the moon jealous.
Tell me what you'd write on my ribs
If my skin were your final page.
Myth-maker,
Dream-shaper,
You author orgasms like holy scripture.
Story-weaver,
Time-bender,
You narrate the now into forever.
You map my hips like ancient scrolls,
Read my spine in tantric code.
Every gasp a metaphor,
Every sigh a sacred lore.
The stars above, they hum our plot,
You time your thrusts, connect my dots.
I'm not just wet — I’m wonderstruck,
Turned on by how your mind constructs.
Tell me a myth where I survive…
Tell me a tale where climax is the rite…
You write it, I’ll live it.
You speak in riddles, soft and low,
Dethrone my shame, then make me glow.
In every fantasy you script me free,
You unchain my psyche erotically.
essential oil drips from your fingertips,
I read your story with my lips.
Say the word — I’ll shapeshift twice,
Become your priestess and your vice.
“Her pleasure opened a portal.
His narrative bent space-time.
Together, they summoned a new archetype…
and named it: Us.”
Myth-maker,
Fate-chaser,
You tell me fables till I fall apart.
Spine-writer,
Candle-lighter,
You light my soul and redraw my heart.
We lay in silence, soaked in myth,
The story done… or just begun?
You trace a question mark on my thigh,
Then say, “Let’s write the sequel — with our eyes.”
You’re my myth-maker,
My bed-shaker,
You sing me into love with lore.
You dream louder,
You theme router,
You turn my mind into your door.
You make legendary lore.
You don’t just make love…
You found my mythic flowers
And gave me superpowers.
[long sigh/moan/giggle of satisfaction, joy and reverence]