Temple

He kept me
Confined in dark spaces
Where tears enough to float
Held hostage my usual mien
Ransoming a libertines fortune for free will

His finger would linger
On the tremble that clung to my bottom lip
Slowly tracing the remains of my fading smile
Where urgency hissed out through my pleading whisper
Begging desperations fast pardon
While he passed counterfeit kiss
To soften the fall of broken promise
Unoticed as i Stroked both ego and erection with similar intent

My body siezed in desires grip
Would arch wildly grinding against his wicked entry
His lingam lead spent uncommon rhythms into my pulse
And my pussyche praised his rigid shaft
Chanting praise in squeeze and release
Milking him rid of any notion he was no God
He would fall in sweaty heap onto my naked flesh
Casting demons into me with heavy breath
My mind became a congregation in mock worship
A false God moved me
I had become a heratic and cried out in blasphenous moan
Oh my God....Fuck me!

I had entered the church of him
But did not find sanctuary