Lover of my heart and soul,
My body already cries out
with her sweet fragrance...
It shivers at the thought
of your great mercies...
I must look into your eyes
at our appointed time...
I need to know what lies hidden
deep within your soul.
But be not dismayed if
I at times may draw away
from you glances, your intensity...
Even though I willingly
give myself unto you
I may feel so vulnerable.
You may see my bruising,
my pain and woundedness.
I want to let go of it...
Will you please set me free
from prison, My worshiping Priest?
 
As we hold one another
our breathing slowing down...
slowly, decreasing that we may
love in our entwinement
between the seconds of time.
Time will be suspended...
 
With the softness of our breath,
our bodies hair scented with desire,
its texture creating warmth...
I long for your soft carresses
and the feel of your rod of compassion
locked within my chambers...
Your arms around me tighten
and my legs begin to quiver...
I cannot help myself
but lost within your embrace...
You have suckled from my breasts
and bitten my soft limbs...
As you draw my head backwards
plunging your lingua between my lips...
I cannot contain myself any longer
and I cry out...
and I hear your pleas of passion!
 
Let our time be suspeneded, and
Our passions consumed in eternity!
May our internal flames glow in intensity
As our voices give rise to the heavens...

                                                               ... My Lover, My Priest