spread on the bed like sacrifice

warm and soft and vulnerable

hoping the purity of my flesh will please him

praying he’ll give in and indulge in sacrilege

demand my surrender with his tongue

each stroke a prayer sent to heaven on a bead

of our rosary of pleasure.

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