i long
to trace the lines
of her perfection
with lazy fingers
and hungry lips
trancribing her
fully into art

discovering her
every tell as i
explore her depths
with my tongue
learning to play
her body like a
first chair in
this symphony of
desperate desires
coaxing her entire
being into a
crescendo as she
cries out uncontrollably
againandagainandagain

this cathedral
never closes as new
reasons to worship
are illuminated
a fervent priest
on his knees praying
to beauty in divinity