Tell me about a dream, coherent or incoherent, surreal or mundane. Just tell me about those dreams
You looked at me like I was an ethereal being.
You worshiped my body with shaking hands,
As though my body was the holy land,
And you were in the presence of a god.
You whispered sinful confessions onto my lips,
My hips were the altar.
You got wine drunk between my legs,
The sweet nectar dripping from your lips.
You swallowed my moans and breathless pants,
As though they were a prayer you were dying to recite.
The moon bathed us in her soft glow,
And as I opened my eyes after coming down from cloud nine,
I realized as I watch you catch your breath,
It was you who was a god in human form,
And you transformed my body into the holy land
In which you built your home.
In that moment,
Time was forever frozen.