he came over me

he came over me,
his hands..
as though he had all ready known my body
as if he had sculpted my skin with his own self.
he rolled and quaked
and he pushed and pulled
every right piece and never fell
and never faltered
and i couldn't breath not for air
but for my breath was stolen away in his eyes.
his hands larger than mine his body over me
my wrists held down..
he slowly moved
he leaked ow over my breasts
he flowed down over my belly
he ran up against my inner thighs..
and
and...
he..
oh.. god..
he..
breathless.
and he took my hand and lead me away
he rinsed me of our sin
be kissed and baptized me
he lead me to god..
to bliss
to, enlightenment
and then, he was gone...
he came over
and he came over me.