The Gospel of Lovemaking

In the movements of their joining, bodies  
spoke in tongues only the heavens understood,  
and the world fell away, leaving the purity  
of their bond as a testament to  
the love that crafts all of creation.  
 
Their bodies danced to ancient rhythms  
born in the depts of her womb and the  
dance was beautiful. Their love was  
a sermon of the flesh, a gospel of goodwill  
given by pure hearts. For them, fucking  
was praying, and living was an act of grace.
 
When that delicate spark carried by man  
found its home inside of her, she sang  
a melody that wrapped itself around  
the source of his seed. Her voice dipped  
in response to each thrust asking for another.
She sang for the promise that a new soul  
might one day walk these paths of wonder with them.
 
Their love was a sermon of the flesh,  
a gospel of the heart, where  
making love is a prayer, and  
living is an act of grace.