he fucks me like a God. there’s no part of scripture that ever prepared me for him.
his hand delivers communion around my throat while i spare no effort to resist, and his lips whisper the sweetest hymns into my ear as he gently slides inside of me.
he confesses how long he’s looked for a place to worship and, oh how I put him straight onto his knees. as he sinks to the floor and moans like he can’t help himself, i wonder if he knows that his energy coursing through my veins, allows my heart to continue to beat...
