Once I met you,
I never stopped falling.
Getting to love you?
My one highest calling.
This heart was made to love,
these eyes
for adoration.
Loving you
is discovering purpose:
in all truth,
liberation.
The lovemaking is so good,
it is dangerous.
I’d sell my soul
for your touch—
by your divinity, I’ve been tainted.
I’m down on my knees,
and you spread Heaven’s gates—
I’d brave all of Hell
just to taste it.
My soul…
it is yours.
Have it…
take it.
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 