5 years ago. October 12, 2018 at 9:43 PM
Oh, to be the ground upon which He walks
I hear each blade sigh with every noble step
Oh, to be the air that moves through His sensual chest
Dancing between those lips in elated flight
Oh, to be the light that kisses His sultry skin
How the sun drinks of Him for its brightness and heat
Oh, to be the pool in which He bathes
As the water would become holier, thus.