i am your madonna-whore, the patron saint of cybersex...
the angel and goddess you pray to when no one is around,
save me--
deemed too holy to violate,
worthy only of hollow gestures of worship--
too fragile for touching.
please save me from my pedestal--
ravage me!
use me!
fuck me til i'm raw!
don't worship from afar.
your prayers are empty noises,
your cum only soils yourself--
i need you to be inside more than my head.
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