Exploring your temple, the ritual begins,
whispering confessions of all our darkest sins.
Tracing runes over your skin with my finger tips,
sealing their power with caresses from my lips.
Kneeling before your alter and speaking in tongues,
drowning in your essence as life escapes my lungs.
The cup runneth over as if begging for more,
but your etchings on my back lead me to the shore.
Basking in the glory and staring in your eyes,
recognizing the truths escaping through our sighs.
Serving the same master, surrendered to desire;
Our penance is complete, we're consumed by the fire.