Worship

I worship at the
Temple of your body,
Every curve a
Midnight hymn.
I must explore
Every inch of
Brick and skin.

Stained glass eyes
Call me back to bed
Moonlight your
Sole garment ā€“
Exposed to the
Night and all gods.

Yours is a
Garden I never
Wish to leave.

– Poetry By M

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