White wedding lace removed,
and vest and cummerbund,
as our destiny begins,
amongst satin sheets.

Words hummed onto skin,
like quilled ink onto vellum,
I slowly write a story
with lips and fingers and tongue.

Cool conditioned air,
along with warm breaths,
raise goosebumps and tighten skin,
as your temperature rises.

A chorus of kisses,
sang into your pulpit,
as I preach my love,
for only you.

Kneeling at your altar,
worshipping my goddess,
bringing offerings,
I pray may be accepted.

This, the first time,
joined as man and wife,
unions made,
consummated.