My temple has been blessed with the most magical lover(s)
Yet, have to deeply hide them under private covers
For many have been married, celebrity or just socially unavailable
Where lips run into fingers creating a lust for the insatiable
Souls know not what hands hunger to do wrong
Because it’s within their nefarious heart where I belong
I’ve never believed in gossip, for that is for the socially weak
But for many of my encounters, tongue has ached to speak
To shout into the universe that he chose me over her
Seeing him in published pages creates a bewildering stir
A woman’s mouth keeps an ocean of cloistered mystery
Whispering your exquisite name lay hidden away in a silent history

poem: lovers