A Seat At The Table

You cure my bad days, you produce medicine made for the soul. A way to relax and count blessings. When your lips are on my lips, I taste heaven. With your hands against the wall and my eyes looking up before you take a seat, I see heaven. Together we form the perfect recipe, you a generous host and I, a willing dinner guest; ready to eat whatever you serve and savouring every drop in obedience.