how does your love render me so

blossoming and springing to life,

anointing the valleys of my thighs with the pleasure you seek and place in me,

with the crucifix of your name spewing from my mouth in a luxury only allowed to these plump lips,

climbing and extinguishing every desire within me till I am a trembling mess,

(I)blazing the words of beggar’s to be swaddled in every inch of your seed..

knowing the holiness of our matrimony continues to fill my cervix.

and as I question the vitality of the lords name, wondering how a man like you adores the very lines of my body that hold me a woman,

I feel the markings of your needs, biting their way along each supple curve, and

my thighs once again coat you.

your name once again becomes my prayer,

and your love enters me, fluidly, beautifully.