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 Our tongues were on fire in our mouths
They meet and exchange
Moans, like martyr's cries, escape your mouth,
subdued.
You guide me with your hand, a pillar fire
My kisses form an oasis on your négligé
We split between two mountains, Mount Moriah and Ararat
I grasp and I climb.
My mouth sacrifices my innocence on Moriah,
and I come to rest on Ararat.
Its peak reveals a new world, an untouched land.
A sign of divinity marks my hand as it pierces you.
Blood and a tear pour out
As I leave long, lost trails on your body we pull our hips together
grinding like millstones,
crushing,
pressing,
a circular path.
You grasp at my belt loop
like those reaching to touch Christ's clothes.
Because of your faith I answer.
I move up,
with my hand on you heart,
burning,
and I know in this moment,
I
Lust
Y o u ,
but, my lips, with their forked tongue kiss you and tell you,
with a sorrowful face,
It is finished.