patsey

Come to me with the morning light...

Come to me as the sun warms our skin...

Come worship at my temple.

Let me feel you nuzzle a place for yourself behind my ear.

Let me hear the whispered prayer of your breath on my neck.

Offer me the soft brush of your breast against my back,

and the strong curve of your thigh between my legs.

Then, as light cascades through the winter chill

and you lips warm the hollows of my skin,

let me feel your fingers pause at the gates of my temple...

pilgrims sweetly urged...

before you enter the inner courts of my deepest desires.