Rituals

Your body is a temple so let me worship it with you,

Just turn the lights low and let our libidos do what they must do,

I want to feel your heat when you’re so close to me,

And sense your movements every time you breathe,

Getting lost in your eyes as I trace the curves of your body with my finger tips,

While the sweet taste of your sex still lingers on my lips,

The smell of you as I lay kisses upon your collarbone,

As I listen to you as you quietly moan,

These escapes of passion bring a smile to my face,

In knowing that I can elevate you to a holy place,

This symbiotically elated insane type of bliss,

I promise there won’t be an inch of you that my mouth will miss,

My hands run down your bodies outline,

From lips to lips and following down your spine,

Giving ourselves to each other; our bodies intwined,

Reciprocating sensations to ourselves in kind,

As we crescendo to explosions from each of our charms,

And then recover from this ritual in each other arms.