Confessional

A small partition slides away
through which the lattice shadow play
reveals your jawline silhouette;
a pair of lips I shan’t forget.

“How long, my child, since you’ve confessed?”
My heart is pounding in my chest.
“Since I betrayed my loving man.”
I twist the diamond on my hand.

“My child, elaborate your deeds!”

“My husband’s small, and I have needs.
I’ve found someone to quench my thirst
who fills my core until I burst.”

A pregnant pause invades the air.
I slide my skirt and underwear
across my shins, down to the floor.
“Forgive me father; I’m a whore.”

“My child, the tears of Heaven fall
on saints and sinners one and all.”

“I’m wet with rain,” I interject.
“My pussy’s crying from neglect.”
I press my panties to the screen.
“Just smell my crotch! See what I mean?”

You groan a soft familiar sound.
I hear you pull your zipper down.
“Are you erect?” I dare to ask.
I twist my bra – unclip the clasp.

“Please tell me, child, where you have failed
the laws of God in rich detail.”

“Remove your robe, and I’ll reveal
just how a cock should make me feel.”
And as you strip, I slip inside
your hallowed chamber for a ride.

You roughly slam your throbbing dick
inside my folds so pink and slick.

You thrust…
I hump…
You moan…
I scream…

We strain each bolt and wooden beam
until your balls, tight as a drum,
explode and fill me full of cum!

I kiss your lips. You’re quite a fuck.
“My husband’s waiting in the truck.”

“Then run along,” You smugly say.
“Same time next week, same place, same day.”