You make love like a priest
Pausing with reverence
At the gates of my temple
Holding yourself ready
Letting me feel
Your presence.
On the threshold
You wait silently
No external movement
Yet every atom poised
Blood coursing
Breath measured
Heart pounding
The beat
Before entering
And finding union.
21st July 2009
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