The Temple.

Like her. Beneath me. Sweating. Rising and falling to the palpitations of two hearts beating in discord. Sweat beads around her hairline and drips down her temple. On my knees I hold my hands and pray to her till she intones my name. Resonating within her walls around my fingers and down my arm. She anoints my lips with her oils. Still I pray. Still I kneel. Still I twist knuckle deep in the holiness that is the goddess.