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I DO Pray(original sin)

Snuggle up
Wayward angel
Who has blessed my rebirth (again)
And brightens everything
With one blink of ingenious eyes

Cuddle me
Saint of Saints
Who anoints and receives this sinner
Receives me in such a warm and pleasurable way

Cover me
Heavenly Daddy
Save your servant who trusts in you
Rescue me with your brown safety en duplicate
Let's reside comfortably in my innocent blasphemy

My Joyful and Glorious mystery
Your tears are my stigmata and burn stronger and deeper
In nominee Patris, et Filii et Spritus Sancti,
Gloria sicut erat in principo et nunc et semper et in saecula saculorum

I kissed your feet
As one would do to any god
As one would do
After all their prayers had been
answered
infallibly
by that god

and now

my god greets me in our new condo
in a white t-shirt and tight red underwear

and I want to stay on my knees
genuflecting before you until my knees and throat are raw
and my closed eyes water
celebrating the coming of my saviour

repeatedly

As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, world without end,
A man

I can finally call my own.

Bless me father, for this original sin.
9/22/05

posted by Saint Vincent @ 10:54 AM 1 comments

White Tuesday Morning

I woke up this Tuesday morning with you snuggled against my back
The morning light held conversation across my sheets
sheets that crave to be dry for just a few hours

I woke up this Tuesday morning with your breath on my neck
Your hand cupped over the most sensitive part of my chest
You were awake before me

Morning sex has never been this intense
Or needed

I woke up this Tuesday morning with you peeking at me through sexy sleepy eyes
Your huge hardness was peeking out of the top of your white underwear
Funny how your underwear can stay so white after all of our activities

I woke up this Tuesday morning with a million things on my to do list
And the first thing on that list
Was you

Morning sex has never been this intense
Or wanted

I woke up this Tuesday morning and ripped your white t-shirt from your big furry chest
The only sounds in the room was the rustle of sheets, my ripping of your white t-shirt, and a soft surprised moan from your soft accommodating lips

And I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone

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23aug05

posted by Saint Vincent @ 1:48 PM 0 comments