'this must be
what fucking Jesus Christ
is like'
your hips slamming into the thickness
of my thighs
gasps unwillingly escaping
my lips
like little breathless prayers
to dieing saints
my fingers nestled in that crown
of flesh
teeth in my shoulder
I'm searching for
just the right feeling
just the right spot
for a holy vision
and black lights
sparkling before my face
your cheek pressed against mine
leaden breath
ragged in my ear
your fingertips dug
into the meat of my ass
I saw God
in your heavy eyes
your hardened flesh
the spear
little deaths all inside me
little resurrections with each
shuddering thrust
I can almost see your halo
a shining aura of golden light
your lips at my breast
trying to find how deep I go
this holy well
this fount of wicked blood
my tongue so nimble
it utters your secret name
as it wraps around you
snake that I am
with great curled horns
burden of knowledge
I can make you come
for eternity
and feel just how awful
goodness always is
