Her skin
scented of
vanilla soap and woman
divine holiness
in his hands
beauty and warmth
he glorified
with sliding brushes
of adoration
rapture engulfing
his heart
his body barely able
to maintain composure
his full attention
pressed against her
with the unspoken words…
Let me worship you
fill you
with ardent passion’s rhythm
love you
like a god exalts his goddess
revere you
like the treasured temple you are
©MidwestFantasy
09/19/2017
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This is what it means to adore. And it’s f*cking spectacular.
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I think I love you lol. Thank you for all the comments you send my way. They keep me going!!
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I inspire to write so that I may be inspired to write myself. Your work is excellent, they keep me going. Tomato tomato…I believe????
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😊 I guess I kind of feel the same way. Have a great writing day!
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