Sunday confessions

November 2, 2016 by sirensong1208 10 Comments

These Sunday confessions

roll off my tongue

like an Act of Contrition…

.

On my knees,

my tender

sensual

confessional

for your ears

only.

.

Sundays,

always the potential

for sin.

.

His name upon my skin

burning through my clothes

my Sunday secret.

.

Sunday service will be

kneeling

and thoughts

I choose not to repent.

.

He says prayers,

but only into the softness

of my skin.

.

Lost in your sweet sermon,

no prayers would be more earnest

as I await the burn

of your brimstone,

of your fire.

.

Sundays

dedicated to worship,

but only in the most sinful ways.

.

Until my next Sunday confession…

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