I walk into the temple of our desire, Devotion laid on an altar. You kiss me and it feels like Sunday. Holy- You set me apart for yourself. You touch me and I’m made brand new. Your love for me is gospel,  And my prayers- breathless worship. Your name exalted over and over again.

I want you close; not just inside of me. I want our ribs caged, lungs with one breath, Hearts pumping into the same life force. It’s not enough to just touch you;  I need melding and fusion. So entwined- one ends the other begins.  It’s cliché, but that’s how familiar I want to be with…

I see you. I see the way you carry the load of love on your shoulders. The love you possess seems to burst from your seams, bleeding into a field of wildflowers. I see you. I see you when you sit alone with your thoughts. The thoughts you alone know and are afraid to reveal.…

Her naked body is not the prize. Though only the worthy should drink of her skin and eat of her mouth. Her body is not the prize. We are born naked. Created naked. Her body is not the prize. When Adam saw Eve for the first time, He didn’t ogle her breast or slap the…