Making love

​The root of beauty has pierced my soul,

And the marvel of passion has carved

thousands lines on palms of my heart.

Ending is close, the wounds are bare and my soul is fertile.

Inside me, borders are disappearing in mist of love,

From a place deep within, a God is rising in a shape of a man,

With a perfect lips, stroking on my skin,

Aroused and satisfied, I wonder in circling feelings of his passion, Knowing,

It shall always be you and I,

In surrendering to the beauty of making love.

~ Serena Seraphim