Existing Until

It can hardly catch its breath these days.
Is this how it's always going to be?
Autopilot?
Absent of body.
It's spirit shaken
And slipped from skin.
Right into the palm of Your hand.
Why can't You hurt it?
Por favor ahora
Its adrenaline won't stop pumping
And it has absolutely nowhere to put all of this angst. 
This frustration. 
Insides stirring. Its need for Your touch a potent profound.
All it can do is curl up in fetal position and cry. Prayer is its only outlet.
Can You hear it?
Its pain
Calling You from another dimension?
It aches in agony.
Soul screaming loud echoes of passion. 
It has an angry yearning 
for Your most explosive sensation.
You're that unscratchable itch.
It can't reach it. 
Its so close.
Fuck it please!
Then Fuck it up for it!
Its orgasm enraged at it's own dissatisfaction. 
Where is it's creator?
Bring Him to me it demands.
Its going crazy.
Never in its life has it wanted to get assaulted more. Its ashamed that God has to even listen to its dirty thoughts. It swears that it is trying its best to be a good girl
It's just that its confused.
God shouldn't be exposed to such offensive language it's unladylike, forgive it
Never has it dreamed more of licking the blood from Your dick from You pillaging me
Even the Bible speaks highly of the great humbling as they would call it
Like some wild Viking
Like a rapid monster
Like a seething behemoth
It knows it will be painful
It knows it will scream
Why does the guilt from that ring through its mind like a cathartic chime on a breeze
Like music to its ears.
Are its senses distorted?
Its mind can't register whether or not it is even sober?
You make it want to
Willing kneel in gravel.
Ass hungry for Your permanent scars.
It never want to escape this psychedelic reality unless it ends in You riding its asshole in a rampage, crop in hand
Mount then command  
Did you miss Daddy?  
Show me, I don't believe you.