Meadows spangled

with wildflowers

where my imagination runs free

are your infinite eyes to me.

The words that you

so nonchalantly speak

are the bread of my inspiration.

Your body is the cradle

of my most secret femininity.

You were shaped by grace

to be the balm and delight

of my mortal body

and my astral soul.

I was made to adore you,

to be your temple

and your worshipper.

Disclose your charm,

throw away you clothes

let me show you

that I’m a believer.

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