Sensitive to your touch,
Feeling the warmth of your thoughts,
I long to dwell deep within you.

So soft is the fragrance of each loving gaze
That I long for the timeless sleep within your womb.

Mother Earth of my origin,
I commend my body to you,
And through you
My soul to God.

Words Copyright © 1980 J.L. Hunter

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