Every time you go down on me,
Your Star of David necklace
Brushes up against me.
When I feel the cold metal
fall against the most sacred part
Of myself, a sick part of me
Gets off on the feeling of seeing
You worship someone other than
Your God.
Years of worship falling down the drain
as you feast upon My body.
I wonder if you are on your knees
For Him as much as you are for Me.
Do you beg for Him like you beg for Me?
Do you whisper pleas with sweat running
Down your spine for Him? Do you
Lose control, hips bucking for Him?
Or has my skin made you revert to
A religion where you worship Me
And me only? Has my body made you
Want to spend the rest of your life in between My legs?
I think if you asked to spend the rest
Of your life worshipping me,
I would let you set up alters, write sonnets
And Bibles full of how much you love Me.
I think if you asked to spend the rest
Of your life worshipping me,
I would worship you right back.
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Sorry for the Hiatus- I've been going through some shit.
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Poetry Portfolio
PuisiI've got a lot running through my head, I suppose I should write it down. Poems I have written- just decided I may want to share them.
