She Wears Skin Like Salvation

It’s the softness of Her skin
That will crucify
Or save him
The gateway  
To Her healing heaven
They both lose themselves
When he touches Her
Each caress eliciting Her heavenly sigh
The arch in Her back
The curve of Her hip, Her lips
Brings him to the fringes of ecstasy  
Forgiveness  
Reconciliation  
Redemption  
None of that will happen
If he doesn’t do exactly as he’s told
She craves touch
To be held
To be worshipped
While she’s wearing nothing but Her skin
And neon pink fuck me shoes
Poor lost soul that he is
The softness of Her skin
Crucifies him every time