The pipe organ moans its mournful song.
I approach the cobblestone steps.
I step inside of the empty, glowing church being sure to close the heavy door behind me.
It's such a beautiful looking place.
Even though it's beauty is flooded with disgusting religious terminology.
I don't believe in it or anything it stands for.
Yet it's somewhat arousing.
I've had dreams of the things I've wanted to do in churches.
Naughty indeed they are.
Corrupting my infectious youth with their "morals".
Christian hypocrits recruit here every Sunday.
And for what?
To be a better person?
I don't think so.
It is to follow the pitiful mainstream of society.
Well guess what?
I am not one of them.
I will not play follow the leader.
I'd rather lead them around on leashes to their death.
Being slowly lead to their slaughtering.
I have no one to confide in.
No one but you.
The only one who could ever fucking understand me.
Fuck all the repenting.
I want you to fill me with your sins.
Every single one of them.
Sin for me my desirable one.
Sin with me...
I see you now.
Up at the altar.
Wearing your blackest attire.
Notioning for me to come to you.
You've been in here watching me all along.
Now we are face to face.
All I want is to touch you.
To feel that skin on mine.
Giving in to what I know is the guiltiest pleasure.
Allow me to please you.
Give you what you need.
Pour your filthiest sins all over me!
Tugging at your clothing.
Unraveling them down to your nakedness.
As our tongues waltz in eachothers mouths.
Exchanging our hormones and contaminated saliva with one another.
Sliding off my skirt and tearing open my shirt.
Make me bleed baby and please make it hurt.
Lips wrapped around you.
Mouth open wide.
Ready to take you all in.
Ready to taste you inside.
Your fingers plunging inside me.
As your tongue licks my wetness.
Whimpers escaping from my voice as I continue to suck you.
Feeling you grip onto my hair tightly as you're almost ready to cum.
Then I taste your salty juices as it erupts in my mouth.
And I crave for it even more.
Because I love the taste.
Tasting so pleasantly diseased and addictive.
Feeling you lick me clean.
Watching you lick me off of your fingers.
Mmmmm the evilness in you.
Brings out the whore in me.
You bend me over.
Right at the altar.
With that dominating gleam in your eye.
The gleam that says "you're my unholy slave."
Entering me with roughness.
Roughness which can only make me plea aloud.
Satisfaction you give me cannot be ignored.
Too pleasing to ever be overlooked.
My screaming and moaning echoing through the church.
You commanding me to praise you as you have your way with me.
Just as if you were my God.
Filling me up your sickness.
Sickness which I've wanted to contract for so long.
You are that very sickness.
The one who has made me weak in the knees for so very long.
The one whom I've groveled over to feel your touches.
The one who I've indulged myself into.
The only one who matters to me.
Convulsing in ecstacy.
Weeping in tears of pain.
Clutching the altar.
I feel you clutching my hair.
Heavy breathing comes out of your mouth.
It lets me know that you're almost there.
Then I tell you want it want with no shame.
And you go forth to deliver.
The other hole is much tighter.
I want you to be gentler.
But you hush me.
You tell me there is no need for that.
And I nervously obey.
It feels unexplainable.
The depth of you in me.
I'm beyond any feelings at this point.
I'm so gone.
So lost in the sex.
But it's so great.
I think I'm starting to hallucinate.
Feeling the irrelevance of our closeness.
Knowing you're taking over...
Fucking consuming me!
Leaving me with no control over this.
So thank you.
For pleasing me.
Giving it to me.
For using me.
For letting me use you.
Because you knew what I wanted.
You've showed me not to be ashamed.
Of the things I want in a man...
Such qualities which only you possess.
I've never met another that could compare.
Everything you've given me.
I adore it all.
So before I walk away.
I will look at you and kneel down to pray.
Perching your sweet lips upon me.
Grinning at you with the devious of looks.
Hoping to meet you here again next Sunday night.
So we can "worship" eachother once more.