Personal Creationism

Soft and trusting hands explore my landscape. 
High mountains and low valleys 
Bring your own peak to it's greatest heights. 
Plunging yourself into pools of colour wonderful, 
My opening accepts you like a sweet kiss, 
Embraces you like coming home. 
Our eyes roll back, 
Bringing visions of a beautiful horizon. 
Our worlds colliding again and again. 
This is how creation came to be! 
Our own big bang looming 
As the music of our moans grow ever louder 
Ever closer. 
Earthquakes move and roll 
Harder and faster, 
Closer and closer. 
Heavy breathing, heartfelt kisses, 
Sweat pouring down like a healthy rain. 
Light escapes me 
And we are enveloped in our own sunlight, 
Our own universe. 
Our own heartbeats bringing us back down 
To rest once again in each others arms. 
Still cradled inside of me. 
Catching breath. 
No word needs to be spoken. 
But you see, my love, 
Why I see fit to call you God!