I swear, your blessed fluids redeem me, your
aroma consuming me, carrying my
senses deeper within, sacred cure
for my doubt and infirmity. Just why
I find light in the taste of you must mean
I’ve let go of old fears as you let go
to me. What can saliva be but clean
ointment for our tongues, your masterful glow
of perspiration a forehead’s jeweled
crown commanding my kisses? Vagina’s
sleek slit offering holy oils to fuel
my passion for the all of you, define
our infinite, magnificent selves as
our souls explore our united cosmos.
Roger
April 4, 2011
