An ordinary room and childhood bed
transforms-
A temple buzzing with countless energies.
This entanglement of bodies and emotion becomes a sacrament of liberation.
My fingers intertwined at your sacral, my tongue at your root.
It’s a prayer of pleasing and longing.
An uncontrolled opening of self
At the alter of another.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 3:36 PM UTC
An ordinary room and childhood bed
transforms-
A temple buzzing with countless energies.
This entanglement of bodies and emotion becomes a sacrament of liberation.
My fingers intertwined at your sacral, my tongue at your root.
It’s a prayer of pleasing and longing.
An uncontrolled opening of self
At the alter of another.
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