[Part Three of my "Religious" Poetry Series. Check former posts for first two.]
Songs of Praise
by Mushroom
God taught me how to worship;
By running my gaze down the length of your spine ‘till the teasing edges of your trousers, observing the way your clothes cling to you
like second skin. She listens when I roll the R r r r s of your name with
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Anyways, this is really nice. Someone might get shot by the Roman Catholic Church. You turned God to a "she" here. Haha. I feel the "sacred feminine" thing here. *cackles*
This is actually a good read. Just smutty.
Sophia. Ennoia. The Sacred Feminine. woot. ^_^
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Can you believe that my former Religion teacher (who's a NUN) was the one who gave the idea of this poem? She told me that sex is pleasurable because God made it so, that it is his gift for us. Basically, if you look beyond the smut, you can see an act that is actually sacred, no matter how horny the two are.
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