Church Boy

He’s an empty chalice
Waiting…
Lonely frustrated nights
he leaves pornographic fantasies
twisting in his sheets
kneeling praying
for affection sexual release
without guilt.
His sweet openness
Makes me want to fill him
to overflow
with depraved sex
to fuck him like a dog.
He’s hungry and torturing himself.
My mission to feed him
dirty, sweet, and satisfying as the meals I bring.
I push him to enter, strip himself of thought
suckle on pure desire.
He shocks me at every turn
nastier than I.
On my knees
I roll with the kinks
send him messages throughout the day
unsure who is devouring whom.

by Cassandra Dallett