Poem -

Your Temple

Your Temple

Embrace your fever in my eyes
Touch me in that heated place

You worship
Your nirvana
Your Goddess

Raise me up to heaven
Where sin smells like honey

Imbue your senses
Evoke your power
Become high emperor

Suckle the fruits of your labor
Tease me with whispered praise

Inspire me
Beg me
To forgive

Touch me in that heated place
Where sin smells like honey

I am your Goddess
Your nirvana
Your holy temple

RRG © 9.17.19
 

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Cherie Sumner-Taylor

Very seductive, Rebecca!  I think a lot of women would love to be garnished with such physical affection as to feel like a goddess....lost in that moment of pure ecstasy!  Sigh...I love the title....I feel alluding to being worshiped in complete consumption of the body as  a temple....Awesome! xo ;)  

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RRG (Rebecca)

Sweety you are so kind and beautiful. Truly. It took years for me to realize that intimacy is more than what I was led to believe. The trick is finding the guy who agrees with the sentiment lol. I was fortunate in that respect, as are you. Hugs dear poet and thank you. 
 

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Cherie Sumner-Taylor

You said it right!...The trick is in finding the guy who agrees with the sentiment!  We cannot change people into feeling how we do, but there are ones who think the same that can make an intimate experience a sacred one in heart and body.....as a temple of worship.  I just loved the concept!  You are very kind....Thank you, Rebecca.   

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