My heart will always yearn
to love you as fire burns.
My mind will always
keep thinking of you.
My hands are here to
manually serve you.
My tongue will speak
highly well of you.
My feet run swiftly
after you, like hunting foxes.
My ears are attentive
to hear your pleasant voices.
O let me smell your aromatic scents,
and lay my hands upon your Soft
gentle skin as a masseur.
Come solace our mortal lives
under moon-lit pleasures.
Darrel Venable
Divinity Poetry 