Here in the temple you and I alone,
every inhibition overthrown
delving deeper still than blood or bone.
Only now, no sins we need atone.
Here as silken scarves and dreams caress-
every soul-trussed fantasy undressed
on this altar, spread with willingness.
Love and lust, yes need and want confessed.
Simmered passion leaps to fan the fire,
swirls among the flames, incites desire-
bells at throat and ankles, hips inspire
us to peak as one while reaching higher.
Seared and sky clad on the cusp of night,
sated in the moon’s most perfect light.
