I will cry for you
I will cry for you
I will wash away your pain with all my tears
And drown your fear
I know this is not right…
But, I want it…
I always want it.
I see his eyes, they linger on my breasts a little longer than a ‘priests’ would.
I feel his hands.
I grab his hands.
I place them upon me.
Upon my breast…
Upon my….
I place mine upon him…
I kiss him… My tongue meshing with his…
The Devil…
He knows us.
We are addicted…
His voice is gone, my thoughts are gone as I feel his tongue against me.
My breasts perk for him.
My throat arches for him.
My middle puddles for him.
He licks it up.
He laps at me, he nuzzles his face into the crook of my thigh…
I attach my fingers to his member… I stroke…
It only takes a few…
He is rigid, he is alive… he is as much a part of this sin as I am.
Sin…
It does not feel like sin…
It feels like heaven.
As he delves into me. As he pounds against me.
I have missed this.
And then my fingers grasping at the ground close around it.
The white starch of his priests collar.
We are both lost.
I feel the tears.
They leave my eyes before I can register them.
We are both fucked by this Devil.
The Jarlena Journal 