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Click hereI failed at first to realise
that you didn’t want choice
didn’t want to be loved gently
or in a godly manner
you wanted the strike
of shame in the burdened
moments of the damned
the kind that smiles in church
while trying to tuck
a rock hard erection under a belt
having to shift in your seat
because the
passion of the orator
makes you wet
there is no god in the
undertones of sweat
I didn’t know
that your heart rate gently thudding
it’s metronome
beat was not enough
for rapture
you wanted
to taste moans in your mouth
hold them in your throat
until raw
pressure pushing
on the bounds of understanding
until it yields
my tongue flickers
testing the aroma of you in the air
serpentine twists
a slither
as muscles ripple beneath
skin
gather darkness of exstay
and you open
your flesh betrays you
a plume of smoke
and sulfur
exhale from
the maddening rush
the itch and it’s ache
steam of condensing sin
dripping forth
to satiate my hunger
to know
really know what you sound like
when you let go
the tangled web of
wet silk
flesh shudders
beyond control beyond your strive
for perfection
beyond societies demands
ladies don’t live
in the mud
and dirt
in the sweet sacralidge of fuck
every no that turned to a yes
every denial
turned into a plea
for more
finally when fingers plunge into my hair
and climax is a screaming
baptism of redemption
that sudsides in a mewling whimper
you quiver
lick a rivulet of your passion
from my chin as if it’s communion
before we set the rain on fire
in the tempest of out inferno
no touch ever as it was
your body collapses under my weight
surrenders to my will
a religion found
as I fuck
you
until you feel your heart
will explode
blood in your ears
choice now a white flag
to do with as I will
trust
in the release
a dam wall breaks
on my cock
understanding taken
in the breathless
moment
we gasp for air
This is a strong poem, and goes quite well with God of Fuck. Religious themes are interesting to play with in the realm of erotica.
There are a few places where I'd tighten up on some lines, caress a few spellings, and fondle your apostrophes. But, this one will still get you where you want to go.
Beautiful
Such moments of brilliance. "a rock hard erection under a belt" What imagery!
"you wanted
to taste moans in your mouth
hold them in your throat
until raw"
Amazing!