I offer you my mouth—
Let me marry my lips to the tops of your thighs,
I kneel between your legs.
I offer you my hands—
Your name written all over my palms,
the fingers I press against you.
I offer you my hips—
My apologetic body.

Chantelle Ann

Tags: poetry intimacy sexual altars

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