Reverie of the Nun

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Their fingers interlocked,
her palms nailed to his,

her trembling naked torso
pressed against the priest,

her legs splayed,
feet nailed to lumber,

his lovely thorns
penetrate her brow.

Crimson tears
stream down her face

as he moves inside her,
the blood from the lance

lubricating her mound
as he thrusts,

their tongues intertwined
as his body seeks salvation,

and he breathes the Holy Spirit
deeply within her soul

and the corruption of his body
erupts into her grasping,

willing
cunt.


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Oldbear63Oldbear63over 10 years ago
Moving, Oneiria

I wonder how often thoughts like those go the mind of a nun.