but you must bring all of you.
Your heart, your soul. Even your deepest fears.
Bringing all.
This love making is a prayer.
It’s a matter left the heart, and the heart alone.
Everything else aside,
this is where we find ourselves.
Steamy, sweaty.
Drench your sheets for hours kind of lovemaking,
Communion. Yes God.
In the sweat, tears.
Your Cries, your surrender, your kisses,
Your thrusts, your pain, you’re everything.
It’s all welcome in this temple.
I can’t look back.
I can bring my body but I bring with it my heart, my soul, my love.
The kind of love that gives everything,
this is the falling into love, love, nothing less.
this love making deserves only the deepest blessing I can offer.
I can’t bring less anymore, for if I did I would be holding back.
I simply can’t do it anymore.
I love myself too much to do that.
Don’t you see, for within my orgasm lives these tears.
Tears that hold my deepest tributes and prayers of love-
Will be key to all of our joy, and peace on this earth.