You are a prayer made
of soft flesh
and a sin made
of sweet velvet
and a lust made
of whisperd dreams
and a love made
out of you
and I want to feel all of it
wash over me
and trap me
in the hour of eternity
and the flowers blooming
between your hips
and grind me down
and push me onto my knees
and tease my eager tounge
with a taste of the garden
and the stars you keep hidden
beneath the surface
of your skin
where I am consumed
by a prayer made
of soft flesh
and a sin made
of sweet velvet
and I die in a lust made
of whisperd dreams
time and time again
in this love made
out of you