This is Devotion

I don’t need to bow before the altar of any god or goddess to experience the flow of healing energy. 

I have you and your soft lips, your strong hands pulling me close, your sour and salty and sugary tastes swirling in my mouth, your sweet breath trailing along my neck and shoulders and chest and beyond... 

Devilish nights are ours. 

Erotic sacredness.

We are beyond fate, beyond creation.
I don't expect anyone to understand us. 

What we do is a source of limitless discussion and endless inspiration for our bold hearts.

It’s you and me on this beach, in this car, on this floor, in this bed. 

We are primal animals shimmering with sweat. 

Our eyes sparkle with sexual instinct and everything we do evolves naturally.

I have been waiting all my life to be with you. 

My heart throbs with anguish when I recall the annihilating years of waiting to feel your touch. 

Now we’re here and everything we touch together beautifully blossoms or brilliantly burns. 

The past fragments and nullifies itself with every breath that we receive.

Devotion. 

All I want to feel is your body. 

You are the only one I want to know in this way.