Nipples taught

Her breath catching 

She looked beautiful

Her nakedness, resplendent 

Laying on the altar of my mind 

Offering herself 

Her legs gently parted 

Her lustre, glowing

Moving closer 

I kneel in worship

Tiny goosebumps wash over her 

Her breath gently moving her form

My finger traced her jawline 

The only movement, her eyes

Gently my lips brushed her forehead 

Her warmth, intoxicating 

Her stillness at my presence

Made every sinew within me taut 

Held only by cords of want 

She was bound for my pleasure 

The fingers of my mind danced

Made her body sing

The slightest touch 

Electrified her senses 

My lips drank from parted lips

Her ambrosia 

Brought me life 

And life in all its fullness 

For now, I can only worship 

At her temple.

I am her supplicant and disciple,

In want