– Floods –
I bear my cup and kneel before him
as he pours over me and into me.
I drink deeply of his liquid love,
like sweetest wine dripping at my lips.
I become empty of myself,
I become a vessel to be filled
by his flesh intoxication,
my thirsting inhibitions finally sated.
He is the greatest ocean,
and I am drowning in him.
I am spread bare upon the rocks,
with tides of lust washing over me,
ripping me away from the shore,
polishing my body smooth
in these beautiful floods.