Sleeping on rose petals.
Wrapped in my arms.
Heartbeat against me,
Warming my soul.
Tickle-rubbing on gooseflesh
As tremors subside.
The sweat of our passion,
Binds us together.
Forever, eternal.
This is where I will stay.
A back marked by nails,
A handprint most salacious,
Blissful reminders
Of what love can be.
The taste on my tongue,
On my lips and my fingers,
Add to the hunger
That food can not halt.
Your hand holds the throbbing,
That pulses for you,
Awaiting release,
In your divine self.
You dear are my goddess,
Your body, my temple
At which I will worship
Til the end of my days.
For now we will rest
Against one another,
Til our passion builds up,
And redeems us once more
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