She dims the lights and sets the mood,
Striking the match she lays it upon the wicks
inhaling deeply, she holds her breath
so the flame will not be extinguished.
Anticipation grows within her breast,
her heart beats loudly, as the blood
rushes through her veins.
Slowly she turns…
her steps silent as she is pulled toward her
Her knees bend and she sinks slowly upon them,
fluid and graceful, lashes flutter over her eyes,
her head bows as soft lips silently move and
she whispers a greeting to her Lord.
Her hand reaches forward and her fingers
lovingly offer a caress,
Her senses blur as she is swept away,
her soul craving more of His Truth,
Time loses all meaning while in the presence of
Her soul cries out in fulfillment as she
is filled to overflowing,
and she trembles, whispering gently,
“Thank You my Lord”.
With a deep breath she gently closes
already desiring more~
Revelation 2:4 Yet I hold this against you: You have forsaken the love you had at first.
Revelation 3:15 I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other!