gospel

fingers trace scripture onto skin
that tastes of tomorrow's promise
    and yesterday's mistakes
her thighs are sacred temples
where I worship like a heathen
speakin in tongues
til she's caught between breath
   and beggin
makin sounds that’d shatter halos
spillin hot blasphemy onto sheets
every touch a sacrament
every moan a prayer
baptized in sweat and flesh
findin redemption in damnation
where heaven and hell collide