Do you recall the moment when your gaze
was glued to my hips and the faint hints of
Vera Wang trailed my silhouette…
teasing your desires as I walked by?
You saw me as Zion…
and confessed that I was the majestic residue
that lingered on your lips and the royalty that
singed your skin in hebrew script.
You made me feel unbelievable!
Do you recall when my heated essence
was an element of your altar’s prayer?
When the wet-lust that settled between my breasts
was gathered in your carnal image and used to
satiate the appetite of biblical passion?
Your analytical eyes always catalogued the
freedom of my curves right before I summoned
your sacred seeds through sucks.…as if I
truly believed that manna did not rain from God’s abode….
but flowed directly from you.
Have you misplaced a safe word
that has yet to be written…
but declared through the cortex of your tongue
and sequences that had me draped around
your shaft, while wearing a nun’s coif?
On bended knees, I rise...
brushing the remnants of you from my lips,
remembering how I thought the religious credence
of a spiritual connection was enough to form
the purest of love…
then reality bent me over…pulled out Juda’s belt
and spanked me.
*muse credit goes to my imagination....and a few lines of inspiration ;)*