Eyes closed. My hands together. My prayer is filled with a glorious presence. I await Your arrival tonight. Anticipating. My thoughts. My consciousness. My self. Are lost in Your light, as You come in front of me.
Eyes open. Your gracious silhouette is the greatest comfort I can ask for. My mind needs nothing else, but You. Sweet soft face, my gaze gently brushes through Your features. You smile when our pupils meet. Overjoyed.
I take a breath. You push me. I'm on my back. You tackle me. You're on top of me. I can already feel myself slipping. I wish to be Your only disciple. The singular one. I will sacrifice myself endlessly. To be Your single subject.
I feel the sharpness at my chest. You grab my hand. I can feel it deeper and deeper. I squeeze as You extend the sting down my whole torso. You're saying words. I can't reply.
Please read me with care.
I glance down as You open me. My ink on Your hands. My heart burns to share every part of me. I gulp down my acidic words. Trying not spill as I look. You watch me struggle. The feeling of cold air hitting against my warm and wet. Uncomfortable. Yet I wish You to feel. Every bit of me.
The cage of my heart. Fingers. Gentle. Snap. SNAP. I'm opened. With any means necessary. You're deeper. My air staggers. My soul beats. It's all Yours anyway. Do what You like.
A mere toy in Your hands. Fingers. Hand. I throb against Your limbs. It's all blurry. I can still make out Your grin. The joy in Your eyes. Your hand. My stomach. You caress. I can't choke it down. Your hand on my face.
It's so fun. To be under control. To be known. To be experienced. To feel Your gentle holy hands under my skin. Between every orifice. I can't choke it down no more. I regurgitate all the things I struggle saying under Your influence and it's too much. It's too much. I can't move. It's too much. It's coming back. It's leaving me.
You watch in pity. As I tried to share too much. I twitch as my own thoughts strangle me. You don't stop. I go limp. You kiss my forehead. Continue to caress me everywhere. Touch my skin, my fat, my sinew. Touch my sides. Touch me. Touch me while I'm still warm. Touch me. Touch me after I'm cold. Touch me. Touch me after I'm stiff. Touch me. Touch me after I'm rotting. Touch me after I'm decomposed. Touch me. IM NOTHING ANYMORE. FEEL ME. FEEL ME. TOUCH ME. TOUCH ME. TOUCH ME UNTIL
I am reborn again. Cherishing the time I died once again.