Codey Love

Turn your Om’s into orgasms—
Drip into ascension.

You’re so good when you’re worshipped.

your place of worship
is the tip of my tongue
my fingers your altar
there is nothing more holy
than our unity
sing to your goddess
bath in my essence
i am your prayer

The taste of you as you drip onto my tongue.
It seeps into my soul, as you slip into my dreams.
I push deep into your depths, awakening my heart.
I ride the waves of all my pain as you drench me in your pleasure.
The bliss of you everlasting in my breath.
In your love I find my power.