The Temple Of Your Body

It is said, that your body is a temple, as yours, is sacred, in all my desires, in my love to you, being that, I show my devotion, as it is sensuous and it inspires, with so much passion, for if, I could take your lips, to mine, I know, that I would taste, from the elixir, of eternity, in infinite divinity, as my lips, traverse down, the curves and lines, of your neck, leaving a trail, of soft spoken secrets, as the journey, of discovery begins, of your naked body, as my lips leaves traces, wherever they touch, while my teeth bury down, in your skin, on your nipples, as my tongue paints frescoes, for with the silken expanse, of your crafted body, as my fingers, would cup your breasts and squeeze them, out of sheer pleasure, as I then, would utter your name, in audible whispers of what, could come hereafter, as I can sense your warmth, radiating, from the heavens, beating with your heart, as I begin to bedazzle you, making you moan, sending you, guiding you, to our paradise.

So now, what remains, is our passions, as our bodies, would be wrapped, covereed, snuggled and cuddled up, against each other, in the tightest of this embrace, gyrating in maddened motions, filled with our escalating desires, as we both climax, above the clouds, softly kissing, within the temple, of your body.