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Click herewhen I get down on my knees
I am not praying
I look not to the heavens
nor for some God to obey in
I am devout
but I am not holy
what I'm without
he does not owe me
watch me on my knees
where I will be playing
you can look to your heavens
but you cant buy your way in
disgust at yourself
bathing darkly in sin
the disdain and contempt
it lurks deep within
so divine and sadistic
the delight on my face
your so twisted, tormented
I smell your disgrace
It may be blasphemy
how your shock turns me on
to corrupt such a beauty
to make you do wrong
I am the sinner
covered in lies
a word from the wicked
to the ear of the wise
look for a 'lord' of a different kind
not tainted by religion,
believe in your own mind
'pimped' by a master
you can not even see?
all that praying and wailing
seems a time waste to me
I am the sinner
your conscience supreme
I am the guilt
when you wake from this wet dream
I am a vision
of all thats not pure
I am your secret
...your just Gods whore...
and where did your god go?
when did he leave?
when I first sucked you off
did you pray for reprieve?
when you first came to dine
at my bountiful feast
did your 'god' not remind you
that you are the Preist?
When I straddled your cock
you prayed I'd move faster
so am I your whore?
...or am I your new master?
Absolutely Great. I admire your variation on the missionary position!
well put (~_~) bold and delightful in one erotic package, your poem!