Altar Girl
"when an acolyte serves, she serves"
Your inscribedslashes of versebranded uponthe juice frommy lipsYou open melike a holy bookand I am filled with lightas you unlockthe blessingsfrom my arousing fluidityit is as if I becomeyour unholy acolytedriven into slick-lit wonderarms raisedlove braisedmoans praisedat the right time...