naked unconfessed, these heels are made for walking
my mouth a chalice, i drink you down slowly, my thighs
pressed onto the altar as i take you between my lips
with the rosary, as you taste my soul’s terra fima
and hometown religion, slipping off my shouders,
my body sings, “Oh god, yes!”
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