Lie down, he says, I’ll cool you off
As he slips his hands up my legs,
Down my belly, between my thighs
Uses his hands and mouth to explore
Slowly unpeels my flesh at the nipple
Savoring my baby soft skin,
Sucking at my inner thighs-
Hesitant, then hot and demanding
My body is a holy sacrament
He worships with growing delight
Every part is made alive
So that nothing might be lost
I fall into a current -full and throbbing
On the knife’s edge of release
Enter layers of myself I had forgotten
Drift from my body, feeing lighter than air
He worships me - from one passion to the next
And brings me to a bursting sunrise
Treasures my ecstasy as if it were his own
And whispers mangoes- you taste of mangoes
Gently I smooth a lock of his hair
Tracing the familiar and beloved lines of him
This is sacred; this most ancient of rituals
Thou art God, I cry out softly
@Selena Howard, 2013
