fuck...

 
my soul is chaste though it has taste your sex
I spent many years fucking but ultimately remaining innocent...

there is sex of the flesh,
that of teenagers, fumbling around for the right spots
then there is sex of the soul
penetration of who you are, your truths, your lies
in and out and deeper until you are panting on the edge of sanity
begging for orgasm white knuckled

oddly enough it happened to me in church one day
I was hearing the word and I drifted to thoughts of you
my pink blush began to tingle, then swell
and I connected with your hardness on a different level

I was utterly consumed with lust
I went home and felt penetration of my soul
my inner sanctum was opened and
there you were all sweat and swagger
cursing me for bringing you there

all the while fucking me harder, saying give it to me bitch
you took my soul's innocence and I bled my truths
they were to be worshipped, no one had been there before with me
I sought to cover my shame
but your eyes caught with mine and I couldn't look away

I could cover my nakedness
but you would always see my swollen pink
and know my desires