I want to make love to you like the sky is falling
Like God is coming for His own and this is the best form of worship I can think of to show my devotion to Him and the marriage He gave me
Where being inside you touches the tips of my weary soul longing for home
How your eyes dance when you look back at me from across the room knowing I will make you my own and be made yours tonight
What it means to be completely and totally open
a volcano erupting from deep within with a display of fiery passion too colossal to contain
Where you and me make a symphony of praise and I play your body like a pipe organ, using the totality of mine to bring pleasure to yours
Like two beacons of light indistinguishable from each other but on different wavelengths, my excitation inducing yours and your emission unraveling the essence of me
How I find you almost too beautiful to look at but desperately in need of closeness as if the only air available is the breath you just exhaled.
What God had for me that was beyond my comprehension and above my intellect, humbling me to my knees to ask what did I do to deserve so much favor in the personhood of you?
Where your mind seduces me, removing the mask I parade through the streets in and loving what you find underneath despite its rawness
I want to make love to you like making love will usher in the kingdom of God
Where my worship to my God is real and my intimacy with you is ordained
I want to make love to you
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