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You occurred and I was made
I find us here, refined
and you and your arms pressed on this table
I'm pulsing
And the languid walk you make towards me
and my smile with the corners quivering
I like it here
Right before we open eyes
and witness sunrise on each other's body
Trace me here at your foot stool
Give me this chance to bow
In this new found strength I become weak
the buckle of my knees right before I wash your feet
This is God's worship
You are the vine on my window
a directional language telling of where I'm supposed to go
I like the worry you cause me
the palpitations of my womb
when you exert your manhood in my presence
The incandescence
I linger here to capture your silent scent
you remind me to give praise
for every time you're here
to bless me
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