That’s how it all started
a simple word,
a simple hug,
a simple kiss….
Naked we both ended up
a moment that was bound to come.
You became my Sunday brunch
soothing me like warm tea going down my throat
I should’ve been in church asking to be baptized in holy water instead of acting like an impure woman
but the delicacy of our visit had me saved!
So until we meet again I will keep your taste nestled on the deepest parts of my tongue,
inhale your natural scent,
worship you like prayer down on my knees as you rise to greet me while I shout out your name,
it’s tattooed on my brain,
scarred for life,
Now every Sunday just isn’t the same!