Ever pleasant
never coming with lack.
Kisses from a blazing thrown room
usher their attack.
My inner avoidance can't escape full pleasure
when grace ushers this kiss forth.
My troubled heart says, how is this so?
As the God of love compels that man does not know.
I assure myself He will keep His distance.
It is a mere fiction I read.
But God in endless jealousy
won't heed.
won't heed.
Gentle to propose with violence underneath.
Grace has none to oppose and needs no reprieve.
As His lips touch my weak and vulnerable hesitation
I find my true jubilation.
A holy igniting of passion so pure
that revelation of His coming is no longer obscure.
For He is unable to hold back
this kiss He foreknew.
He is fixed and needs no council.
He is coming and will not delay.
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