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The Alter

An Erotic Piece

By D. B ChèrePublished 7 years ago 1 min read

The Alter

Here I am on bended knee

Kneeling at the alter

I lean in. Mouth open.

Confessing my prayers. Thoughts and Desires to you.

I mutter them to the tip.

I wrap the words around you.

Envelop your shaft with my tongue... Praising my chants around you.

I speak freely as you spread my smile thin and make me speak in tongues.

The words I try to profess get caught in the back of my throat

I gag on your blessing.

Little tears bless my eyes and sneak down my cheeks.

I weep as I struggle to find air to breath.

My prayers have taken over me. The Alter has fulfilled me.

The spirit is in me.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

D. B Chère

Just a person writing about love and all the many parts of it. I look forward to learning more about this writing community and all that comes with it.

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