Sacrilege

Innocent

you touch me 

as if you could do it wrong

I want you

take me

Timidly 

you speak to me

but there's another in you

who speaks with his eyes

who commands with his hands

concedes with his lips

set him free

Yes

like that

all of your weight

face to face

growls in your throat 

and that

yes that

If you think I can't take anymore

make me

treat me like a prayer 

speak it and it's done

I want him 

I give him to me

The trembling in my legs 

is not fear

it's the force of the release

of that visceral and sacred

being in me coming for you

now that you set yourself free

It would have been sacrilege 

to give her to anyone else.