I ache to feel his blessed hands upon me
as he worships pulse and pallor, curve and line
to know a tendril of his heart is wrapped around me
to entangle in my temple, taste my wine
He’ll tease my lips with tongues of white-hot flame
coax open my petals to offer his libation
He’ll cry out in ecstasy his Goddess’ name
and wake entwined in my love; his salvation
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