Ever naked, With heavy breath and full desire,
In the bed chamber is wine,
The fruit is ripe, plump, and raw,
We stand, ready for consumption.
I will enter with whole heart.
Sturdy, standing and sure,
My crown will be laid low,
I bend for Him.
Touches heal.
Kisses press joy to break out.
Songs erupt from his eyes to mine. Flowing with praises, freely, about and around the savior, the lover, my King.
Clumsily, I try to keep up.
I tire quickly; overwhelmed.
I must rest.
He waits for us to awake.
