i can't think of a more beautiful song
than your voice when you call out my name
coming from any other woman
just wouldn't sound the same
i love seeing your stretched out
on both your hands and knees
while i am behind you
as you call out to God in blasphemy
i just wanted you to know
there is no taste as sweet
as the one in my mouth
with my torso between your knees
turn my back into ribbons
that drip with my blood and sweat
every time you're beneath me
leaving you soaking wet
i love it when you tremble
and there is nothing i can say
except i want to be your savior
when your on your knees about to pray
Author notes
Meh..... just kind of came to my head.... and wanted to be a typical male
Comments
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Typical? Nah. This is well expressed. Male? Very much so. Love how you tie her blasphemous calling into the last two lines of the poem. Priceless. Nicely done.
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