Being good,
being perfect,
being everything everyone
expects me to be
is exhausting.
Bibles strike my skull,
warning desires to stay hidden.
Verses cram down my throat,
choking the life out of me.
Battles rage
between my head
and my heart,
resulting in denial
of pleasures.
Goodness commands,
perfection demands,
longings are cast aside.
For one night,
I want to give in,
enjoying primal ecstasy
without shame
or responsibility.
I taste him
and he is delicious.
Hunger dissipates.
I spread my legs
and he eats his fill.
Inhibitions leave.
He destroys my ass
with his thick fingers.
Fantasies unfold.
He fucks me
and I love it.
Screaming ensues.
He marks me
so I won’t forget.
Red handprints on my ass.
Teeth marks on my breasts.
Aches in my pussy.
Tomorrow I will resume
my dutiful place.
But for one night,
I allow myself
to be defiled by him,
without remorse
or regret.
