A Holy Affair

Looking at her; it is the first time I have believed in a God.

I worship the curves of her lower body -

My fingers write hymns against the glowing skin of her hips

And I whisper prayers between the flesh of her thighs.

I make a confession where her thigh meets her pubic bone.

My tongue recites the gospel against her soft, aching flesh.

She tugs at my roots, calling out to a God I have now seen -

And I sacrifice myself to her happily.