The Temple - Gregie

The Temple

The entry was dark, hidden and forbidden.
He knew he shouldn't go there.
The invitation was obvious, irresistible.
The forbidden fruit, the knowledge of good and evil.

Entry looked impossible, though down a smooth, downy path.
He wouldn't fit. He would have to squeeze.
The slightest sheen on the walls was deceptive.
It proved incredibly slippery. It mixed with the sweat from his head.
His immediate fear was that escape would be impossible.

Come in it said, the lips whispering softly, seductively.
Come in. The world undulating, drawing him.
The sheen, the sweat, the synergy.

He probed the ring of the entrance.
It was soft, moist, welcoming
He pushed, timidly.
He quickly slid into the void.
Enveloped. Rapt.
Held tightly in cloud silky softness.
His world expanded.

He was on fire, the heat bringing him to a boil.
Heat, searing the rocks of his walls.
He screamed as the burning built, lava flowing from his center.
In an instant it spread though him, his veins, his heart, his soul.
The length and breadth of him.

He felt the ring tighten around him.
He was helpless, bound.
He cried for mercy, for release.
The ring tightened more, claiming him,
A collar around him.
"You are mine," the lips said.
Bow. I will give you release.

He had no choice.
The bowing was reflexive.

Immediately everything rose.
The roof of the tunnel massaged him.
The floor shook and sucked at him, drawing him to its depths.
The ring of the entrance spasmed.
Every ounce of his being was sucked from him in glorious ecstatic bursts.
He was claimed.
He no longer owned himself.

The entrance relaxed.
The lips smiled. They released him.
He no longer wanted release.

"I can have you any time I want you," they whispered.

He knew they were right.