Poetry,  Soul Sex

My Heart – Our Spiritual Bed

Do you ever write something and start to feel all hot and heavy, warm and tingly, w…ait. No, that’s probably just me. This one is pure honey 🍯 Enjoy. 😘

 

My heart is our spiritual bed. I tell them.

What does love look like there? They ask.

Reluctant to share my secrets, I answer:
Surrender. My full surrender. I tell them.

Not the surrender of body – anyone could give that…
And not surrender as if to be dominated or taken – no, that is resignation…

What is this spiritual surrender? They press me harder.

And so it begins.

It’s surrender to his love.
Surrender to his exploration.
Surrender to his touch.

I resist not his pursuit into my depths.
Wholly surrendered to his love.
When he pursues, I come.

I open even further – I do not resist.

My soul surrounded and uncovered by light, you see.
To surrender is to be seen.
His eyes search every room within me.
His spirit caresses every cell in my body.

His love spills over me.
Heals me.
Fills me.
Knows me.
Oh how he knows me.

Meets the me within me.
Leads me into life more abundantly.
Life, life and more life erupt with every move he makes.
I erupt.

There is no place like home.
I’m home inside his presence.
Naked. Completely.

Have me, all of me. I say without words.
Take me, all of me. I cry without tears.

My heart unfolds to him.
My soul spreads wide before him.

An open invitation.
Deeper still.
Every sensation.
Erupt! I come on command.
It can’t help but erupt for he is God not mortal man.

Shaking, quaking, a holy love making.

He moves in me.
So tender.
Such sweet surrender!
I surrender all that I am.
Tantalizing trust!
I trust him with all that I am.

There is no place like home.
Him. Me. This.
I am undone.

I never fear or withdraw from his touch.
Touch me.
There is no fear here.
I never fear or withdraw from his kiss.
Kiss me.
There is no fear here.
I never fear or withdraw from his love.
Love me.
There is no fear here.

My heart, our bed is undefiled.

There’s no place like home.
There’s no place like home.
There’s no place like home.

Now do you see? I ask them.
They have nothing left to say.
I see the way they see me.
And I know.
They know what words cannot comprehend.

The end.