He opened my thighs
as if it were the holy book.

Kneeling down in grace
to whisper a prayer in the language of his tongue.

With kisses sweet as sacramental wine,
he traveled down my body.

Tasting the rose
wet with sacred holy water.

His hands calloused, moving with reverence
as if he was handling holy bread.

He entered the temple of my tangled limbs,
I could feel the presence of the Divine.

His name, a moan on my lips
like it was a hymn to praise.

Our bodies intertwined,
every breath a sweet Hallelujah.

Accepting my sins,
my body was his altar.

Moving to the rhythm of desire;
with each thrust, we declared our faith.

He gave me his blessings 
and made me reach heaven.