Sacred

I rest between your thighs
Drinking from your cup;
My tongue tracing your name,
The letters heading up.

I kiss your quivering breasts
Soft as velvet spread,
Fingers locked together,
Tenderness undead.

I love your liquid eyes,
Smiles rippling the brim,
A sea wherein fears melt,
Splendour stays undimmed.

I suck with tears of joy,
Your lips breathing fire;
As evening teases dawn,
The spinning of desire.

I marvel at this life,
Selves distinct as wine;
Blending separate notes,
Wonder is we, not mine.

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