Your Gift

I shut the door, turn the key-
This is our time together,
Just You and me.
Your gift.

I lie down,
Fall into fresh linen bedclothes.
Loose my dress, so I can feel
their softness to my skin.

I close my eyes,
And breathe.
Let my hands stroke
my skin in small circles.

You made me, my body,
Your delight.

I feel as fingers find the place
That brings deeper pleasure.
Quiver at my touch.

Caress gently, at first –
Let go of tension,
To float on a silken wave.

This is a Your gift,
My delight.

Then, trembling,
I sense a greater joy.
Giving into desire,
My whole being cries out,
In molten ecstasy.

This is Your gift,
My body, my pleasure,
my delight.

 

 

 

 

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