TRANSCENDENTAL

Transcending into us
Was my divinity
My strong hands
Traveled with such sensitivity
Along the mountain
Where my King resides
That time of night
When wizards, old demons,
The Devil, and sin could
Begin to impregnate
This beauty towards duty to the
Unrighteousness of the flesh
There burning, electrically
Yearning for your 54 watt bulb
Of frosted light
That I live in with closed eyes
Warm with our "one" up in flight
There your skin heals me
Later need it close by
After pleasure has flown free
There your skin heals my soul
Safe, secure, my favorite role
To please a husband as a dutiful wife
From that duty comes the grace
For all my life
Two become one
Want to stay in the perfection
All of me for you just fills
Up the sweet affection
For your great power
Here hour after hour
To remind me of transcending
To the divinity of us.

10/29/2005 0535 cj

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