I want to deify her.
I want to make her an icon of all that is worst in my needs. I want to worship her from between her thighs, an act of serenity and sorrow. I want to drink her in and bathe in the heat of her rapture.
And I want to watch her fall.
Because fallen goddesses are the most beautiful of creatures, with their brutally shorn innocence, their sweet regrets, and their silent tears.