Sitting in the empty church,
Kneeling down before the Lord,
Lashes dark against pale cheeks,
Short, slender fingers clasped before me,
Tears of unknown anguish streaming down my face,
Tasted as my tongue reaches out.

Nothing invades my secret privacy,
Nothing guards my innocent prayer,
No one prods something from me,
No one disturbs me in my lair.

The breath of God tickles my face,
His warm, blunt fingers reaching out,
One beneath my chin lifting it to his glory.
I open my eyes, full of worship,
Only to see you there before me.
I scream.

I trip over something behind me,
Falling in my haste, a soft cry escaping my lips.
You rush to me,
Falling to your knees beside me,
Cradling my throbbing head against your strong, familiar chest.

I want to fall into oblivion,
Rest against you,
Breathe your scent.
But I realize I must get away,
I moan and squirm in protest of your wicked, straying fingers.

A breathy sound escapes my lips,
And I realize my body is a traitor.
My eyes are drooping closed,
Heart pounding, slamming against my ribs,
Begging to be set free.
Why did you smother me?
It asks.
My stomach churns,
A warm thread of desire coursing through me,
Lifting myself to your touch,
A soft moan floating from my throat.
You lean down to kiss me,
And I melt in your arms.
Our tongues are eels,
Writhing in the eccentric tangle of lust and desire,
A savage monster roaring to be set free.
And then I can’t restrain it.
I am filthy to commit such sin
At the altar of my God.

 
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