In quietness and confidence 

I stand before you

I offer you my hand

No words are spoken

For none are needed 

The inter-locution of our souls complete

You take my hand

Folding it against your breast

So I feel the beating of your heart

You kneel 

Slowly

Longingly 

Looking up you find your answer 

In giving of your best 

You find contentment

In a special set of laws 

I run my finger under your lip 

Catching the escaped elixir

Which your tongue retrieves

You recline on your bed 

Your form opening in invitation

Already glistening

Flooding with need

Smiling, I kneel before your chalice 

Drinking deep the waters of life

Your form giving and giving again 

As rapture gives her evidence