Into an Inferno

I rise above the altar of your flesh
on my knees in total adoration; when
without so much as hands that touch
you enter into me, so totally
it takes my breath away.

A moan, a groan, a kiss;
oh grand ascent of innocence,
unfolding like a flower in the night;
moist and succulent,
this scent of dew that falls
from heavenís heights.

Passion rising into an inferno,
reaching for the ice of mountains high
within a melting point of all denial
as water floods the plains
in springtime rain,
nurturing and nourishing
the flow of love through everything
that is...

? Michaelette ?

4/20/2001
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