on hallowed ground

holding hips that hold the very

sacred truth in me

of pulsing, pounding, thrusting life

of liquid ecstasy

of silken lips that want for mine

and touch that begs for more

reaching, grabbing, tossed and spilled

upon that wooden floor

and i who just so seldom let

my naked soul bare all

fall limply onto waiting lips

splayed taut in lovers fall

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