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FORBIDDEN LOVE
We think of prayer
while making love,
Meditating on the celestial.
Our house is a temple,
a sacred place
where I burn incense,
chant, sing, and dance
With my beloved,
Our souls offering our best,
Worshipping
like
mad priests.
while making love,
Meditating on the celestial.
Our house is a temple,
a sacred place
where I burn incense,
chant, sing, and dance
With my beloved,
Our souls offering our best,
Worshipping
like
mad priests.
Published 16th Dec 2014
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16th Dec 2014 7:45pm
Great poem naked_soul!
I love the divine temple metaphor - in fact I have a partially scrawled poem in this theme myself.
well done for nailing it!
I love:
Worshiping
like
mad priests
Exhausting stuff!
I love the divine temple metaphor - in fact I have a partially scrawled poem in this theme myself.
well done for nailing it!
I love:
Worshiping
like
mad priests
Exhausting stuff!
Thanks, am glad we have those beautiful words to share, would love to read yours.
18th Dec 2014 00:56am
Thinking of prayer while making love... I would imagine you're praying to each other, and allowing your love to become sacred. One interpretation. Really fine, Naked Soul
18th Dec 2014 2:23pm
