No Chiseled Shrine

How my soul folds into yours

as your hands explore

my chest

Its less than chiseled shrine

Worshiping my strength

my devilish design

You kissed my thought process

a passionate invitation

Claiming every inch

of my offering

Such a persuasive domination

In the topography of my skin

You find a map to my hidden truths

A cartography of desire

that beckons you

to explore

all of me

Every curve and contour

holding secrets and

mysteries that only her touch

can unlock

For only skin to skin

will let a spark

ignite the night

and

you become the beat

inside my heart