“King”
I whispered, hoping to God he couldn’t hear me
But the way he pressed his fingers into me,
I knew he had
I uttered the word like a prayer
Thanking whatever spirit rules passion
Over and over again
as I felt that spirit rise up in me
My body is a temple, he came to
Pray at my altar
I traced the lines of his body,
Devoured the color of his skin
Rich, bright, the color of mahogany
Deep, musky scent
Breathing deeply,
I took him into my lungs