My Confession

My Confession

Copyright © 1997 StaffWriter

I squeeze into the confessional you keep between your thighs.
You accept my coming sins in priestly silence.
Listen closely to my grunting prayers
And grant me absolution for what I'm about to spill.
You're just a pretty fuck, my dear,
But still I worship at the altar of your crotch
While my fingers count the rosaries of your breasts.
Sex with you is my religion
And I'm a devout disciple of your body.
Open up all the portals of your reverent skin.
It's time to probe the scriptures of your flesh
And soil your chalice with my seed and blood.
Like all religions,
You consume your flock in passion and fire
As you seek to wrest control
And make us sing your praises.
But though I worship from between your thighs,
In the end it is you
Who shall kneel before me
To accept my prayers and need
And serve your master, your true disciple.
Though my eyes see you as a goddess to be worshipped,
In truth I realize you are just a pretty fuck.