Kneel, She Says

Her beauty arrests me, yet I know I must look away

I bow my head and kneel

A supplicant at this living altar of love

I can feel Her smile, a warm glow over my exposed skin

Her hand tousles my hair

And my heart fills to nearly bursting

With a need to see Her every whim

Fulfilled to completeness

I am a vessel

Carrying happiness in the shape of Her desire

- (c) 2007, chris