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He fucked me
No wait he sexed me
That's not it either
He made love to me
Entrusting me with all his secrets
Gave his all to me
Exposed his soul to me
Obliterating all memories
Of ghost's past
His apparition became an experience
Our bodies, an appearance
Of flesh against flesh
Tongues tied, hands entwined
His stroke made all words I spoke inaudible.
I mean he made love to me
Like it was the last thing he'd ever get to do
Licking my skin
Doused the flame within
Strumming passion with purpose
Pumping pleasure with pain
I just knew
Being with him
I would never be the same again.
His making love to me
Was more than penetration
It was salvation
An intense creation
Affirmation that my body belonged to him.
I gladly received his sacrifice
As he took my promise.
Inch by incredible inch
Thrust by tantalizing thrust
I lost myself in our interaction
moved like choreographed dance
To the rhythm of our heartbeats
Practiced positions
While our moans were synchronized chants
Heaved sighs into raging pants  
Stared into each other's eyes
Saying everything our mouths couldn't speak
Yet meaning every word.
We made love like long lost lovers
Familiar yet reunion
We were communion
Exchange of consecration
Letting our passion drench the sheets
He held me close to his body
Showing all evidence of faith being the unseen
For anything I ever needed to know lied in his heartbeat.