I like you best with your face dripping cum.
It’s my form of prayer to you. A godhead
splitting your ass, ruining your rectum
until I roll you over on the bed
and you taste your own tart-funk on my cock
as it fills your throat. There’s nothing soothing
about prayer, just the sudden thrill and shock
when I pull out, my orgasm drenching
your cheeks, nose, eyelashes. If seminal
solutions are sacred then my temple
is your ass. Piercing it is like glory,
something sacred and cum proof of faithful
worship. Balls deep in you is like gospel.
Heathen, once more you and I are holy.