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My sex with you a sacrament with rules
I dare not circumvent, a crimson robe,
the hem I kiss — mistakes, all minuscule
misdeeds I list. Beg forgiveness, disrobed,
on knees. A father worshipped, I must please.
Penance precedes sacrifice. Your chant to rise
to altar, stiletto feet enticed. Tease
across a slab of stone. Between my thighs,
your prayers make angel moans. My hymns are pants,
whimpered refrains. My body’s freed; my soul’s
in chains. Possessed for hours, atonement granted
by pain. You break me down and make me whole,
A priestly pretender, I satisfy; 
your secret supplicant, you sanctify.

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