Guest guest Posted May 6, 2002 Report Share Posted May 6, 2002 Last night I checked into a road-side motel with God. We left the room in quite a mess! This is not about anything some call imagination – nor is it demure or cool, a lesson from some holy school! When sky floods out at dawn to swarm the earth with light, This is what it is wanting. When ocean rushes tide to shore Tumbling, churning over and over, This is what it is seeking. When salmon, leaping, broach the waterfall, their yearning only threads the air for This. Some may scold that, in the rush, I have mistaken lust for Love but we've refused to entertain such fictional distinctions! Taking my finger between Her Lips She swirls Her Tongue to moisten it And then slips on our Wedding Ring to finalize the formalities. Immediately pairs of clothes are off and flying here and there with lamplights spinning crazily from our whirling excitation. Be assured when I tell you next there was no hesitation! We plunged into our Bridal Bed all feverish with devotion, and it wasn't long before we Rocked in that familiar motion. God! She moans so breathlessly as I press even deeper, and time becomes a foreign thing as we indulge This Rapture. Although the shades were drawn so tight the room grew Bright with laughing light; the walls were happy to be walls that had become such temple halls of our immense Delight tonight! We had no need of wake-up calls -- our eyes all night were open wide, our pores glued to each other's pores all through this Alleluia Ride! "My God!" I say She answers me: "Yes, my Darling – Come to Me! I have always been for Thee as Thou hast always been for Me!" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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