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When I made love to Him, I'd dwell in the mystery of our oneness.
It was a feeling so spiritual, it was as though I should remove my shoes in the presence of the Holy.
With my lips, I'd trace my name upon His skin, and I'd find God there.
With my heart pressed against His chest, His breath breathing life into my soul, I could live again.
I'd see my Lover there, and no longer was it that I want Him, need Him, or loved Him, but that I was Him.