supplication
on holy days
i thought devilish
thoughts of you
in petticoats playing
with the locks
in my heart and hair
you searched me
for secrets
i knew details to
yours
made by hand
and not simple
procreation
you were brown eyes
staring at me
i was in praise
of knowing you
intimately worshipping
God because He
allowed me
you
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