[Library] Catholicism by Nikki RiceI woke up at three,
with hours left 'til dawn
and too much time on my hands
to leave them idle.
The sheets against my naked skin
are warm still from my fevered dream...
You were there,
holding me as a friend,
grasping me almost as tightly
as your moral code,
when I slipped your hand
to my secret place,
praying for your conversion.
Your resistance was short-lived
and I reveled in your weakness,
clamping my legs
around your cross to bear.
My hand played against my own sweet spot
as you rhythmically stole the show,
allowing the Devil to dance
inside our two willing souls.
I'm saving that special trick
for just the right moment...
as I feel that I'm about to break,
I tighten around you,
sending your whole mind southward,
along with your heat,
you slam into me,
you fill me,
you toss me aside
because you've had enough;
sickened and frightened
by your own lustful actions.
I know what power is
as my fingers fall to the wayside
and I drift back to sleep,
not quite content in this fantasy,
this murder of Faith...
I'm overcome with the intent to realize. 01/07/2008 Posted on 01/08/2008 Copyright © 2024 Nikki Rice
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/08/08 at 04:58 AM Me too, as far as that last line goes. Staggering work. Really nice stuff. |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/08/08 at 07:15 PM You succubus you...LOL! Even Catholic gurls get the urge. |
Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 01/09/08 at 03:28 AM I try to avoid realization myself, but nevertheless, I did very much like this piece. Woke up at three in the morning huh? That would be the "witching hour" - Most approproiate... Very well done. |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/18/08 at 06:37 PM Oh, my, this is sizzling in all the right places! Fascinating mix of power, faith, abandon, and the crosses we bear. |
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/27/08 at 08:53 PM ...nikki, this is ONE of the better pomes i've ever read re: religion and sex...and mylady you do a very respectable job of saying what in the &*^%%$ you are saying and nary once do you have to use the f*** word, some folks leave nothing to the imagination, annnnd my imagination was alllll over this pome...hats off to you...btw i'm beat-up with the same Catholic guilt...*grins* peace, charlie |
Posted by Cassandra Leigh on 04/05/08 at 10:11 PM wow, that first stanza is really clever. you've got a way with words. i like it a lot. |
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