breath stained wood

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He repeats his request through
triangular holes cut through breath-stained wood

tell me how you have sinned
show me how you have sinned

You move your head
from between oiled thighs
to glimpse of confession and tease.

Who is the better man,
the fortunate one who feasts on god's miracles?

this is how you want me
wrapped in latin and velvet

with prayers crying to Jesus,

please lead me to the fiery passion
only your father could have created

You press in further
reminding me whose face holds my fate
and I cry the names of the father
his son and this holy man who holds me hard in his grip,
sucking down my deliverance.

God and man pull for ownership of my prayers
until the only name I can speak
is yours

You want to be my god
and I kneel before you
knowing the moment I kiss your feet,
they will walk away

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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 19 years ago
Seattle

You are simply evil!

TathagataTathagataalmost 19 years ago
So much

here to see and ponder.

I like oiled thighs because it ties in nicely with the polished wood you find in a church.

I remember the confessional and how many times it would spark the most cruel and sinful thoughts once locked inside it.

And I like the end where it's the struggle between earthly and spiritual things.

One god who will be there always and yet, one who offers fulfillment of what you need now, but once you ask, he in essence leaves.

Great work

and good to see you back

Wanton VixxxenWanton Vixxxenalmost 19 years ago
Sacriligiously sinful stuff!

And you brought out all the decadent debaucherous best of it, Rain! Might as well pull out all the stops, woman - we'll be talking about this one all together in the same place anyway! lol Kidding aside, this was a very different SeattleRain goes thunder and lightning and brimstone kind of piece - and Wanton Vixxxen goes WOW!!! over it. <wicked grin>

dcpoet44dcpoet44almost 19 years ago
enjoyed the sinfulness

of this piece. sin is nice.........*LOL*.....nice work too.........don

Syndra LynnSyndra Lynnalmost 19 years ago
sisters in sin

this is a glorious poem!

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