long loved teardrop-tender, bared breast,
any image sufficient but my wife’s the best,
her luscious lines rob oxygen from chest.
all ache cushioned with sensual kindness,
sweet her silken, feather-soft fineness,
deep penetrated hair-hidden shyness.
fingertips stroke sculpted pink skin,
wifely nourished, starved marrow within,
pinion-pressed blessing, certainly no sin.
our duets played in scrambled sheets pure
my temptations cooled by covenant cure:
see wedding bands smile, strong and sure.
There’s more to sex than mere skin on skin. Sex is as much spiritual mystery as physical fact. As written in Scripture, “The two become one.” 1 Corinthians 6:16
image: Purita by Domenico Gatti