Under the moonlight

Under the moonlight
A man enters the temple,
Seeking to workshop
At the marble alter.

Succulent fruit, ripe and plump,
Is picked from the vine
By desire, violent and tender;
Man tempts the young maiden.

Dripping flower buds
Release honey nectar;
Torn between the goddess
And her lover’s sacrifice.

Turning the maiden
From the supple rod,
The high priestess
Removes her floral adornments,

Kisses the slender wrist,
Tasting succulent flesh
Of the forbidden fruit;
Seized by longing.

The concerns of men
Disappear with the touch
Of feminine fingers;
Bound by flowers.

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