The Church of Lust

The Church of Lust

Hands spread against the window,
rain tracing my palms like a liquid gypsy
from the other side of the pane.

I feel you behind me
pressed hard against the length of me
Naked and warm, honest in your lust.

As my body melds itself to yours
a willing disciple of your desire,
We fall slowly,so very slow toward your bed
an altar, our heat to consume.

Hands in yours, my body stretched over you,
I worship your steepled perfection
and fervently kneel at the temple of You.

As reverently you enter me, delicate shudderings
ripple my inner sanctums. Your need answering mine
you express your joy in ancient rythyms.

Together, we are idolaters in the church of lust
singers of hymns to flesh and feeling
our praises frantic, irreverent...

Congregation of one, I receive your benediction.
Your molten blessing ensconced in me,
we descend into a dreamless sleep
and pray to lust our bodies keep.