eat me with your thighs,
coax me with your
deprecating acts and
burn me with touch
of your fingers.
The fire of your eyes,
guile of your smile,
pull me in your arms
and hug me tight.
Ruin me in every possible
way like it's your right.
Give me reasons that
sabotage rationality.
Trigger in me a theology
that's enslaves a
behaviour that's edgy.
Let my faith collapse
between your breaths,
and my prayers melt
on your tongue.
Let every sigh
be a sermon of guilt,
and every pant,
a hymn of blasphemy.
If sin has a shape,
let it be your silhouette-
holy, wicked,
and unbearably human.
and if you can go
beyond me to fuck the
God I believe in.
Do it, so that,
when my prayers
are answered,
all I can hear is a
moanfull satisfaction
of your name.
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