Celestine

I find my thoughts are filled with Celestine.
She wrote about her deep and dark desire
so any time I see her on my screen

my each and every thought is so unclean
it leads me to an all-consuming fire.
I so wish to defile pure Celestine,

that she will be my slave girl, or blaspheme
by dressing as the nun that I desire.
Or I could use her like a captured queen

locked in stocks and fucked by a machine
as I pump her mouth until I fire.
In the library run by Celestine

I want to whip her cunt, to hear her scream.
Felate her on an altar near the choir,
Crucify her drenched in Vaseline.

I dream of breaking bread with Celestine
Her poise and beauty, things that I admire,
sometimes permeate my sordid dream.
Celestine is all that I desire.