The Redemption of Sin

A Poem.....
Lead me to the holy vineyard.
Spread my form
beneath the rungs
of the wind-machine ladder.

Lay me n aked upon the Earth.
Let the voyeur moon
View me; open.
B reasts heaving with desire.

Let the breeze dance across bare skin.
Let cleansing rain
sanctify my flesh
with the promise of exaltation.

Lift me then and carry me within.
Stained glass windows
reflecting a kaleidoscope
of colored moonlight across the floor.

Lewd thoughts; the purgatory of potential...
bring me to this passion's altar.
The strike of match and sulfers glow.
Prostrate acolyte waiting for redemption.

Light of candles; flickering flames,
small halo's; glimmering hues,
give way to the scent of spent wax,
within the dank stone walls of the holy house.

Let darkness coat me
as I lay upon this cold hard stone.
Arms outstretched in supplication.
My offerance of sacrifice to you.

Time burns unnoticed, except by candle's death.
Until at last I hear the whisper
of cloth against cloth
And I know you are behind me; watching; weighing.

Your murmur; soft like that of dark crushed velvet.
The rasp of your breathy growl
raises fine hairs along my flesh.
That murmur barely discernable but clearly understood.

My own reply; softer than your spoken directive to me.
But unneeded in the face of that which I offer
for your delight and mine as well.
I bid you to take, to claim, to taste.

I am a devout disciple of your Mastery.
You accept my coming sins in priestly silence.
Grant me exculpation for what I'm about to spill.
Lay pennance binding my soul; eternally yours.

Bless me, Father, for I would sin.

I beg you; probe the scriptures of my flesh.
Sculpt me with the sharpest blade.
Soil my chalice with your seed and my blood.
S ex with you is my religion.

Anoint me, Father, for I must sin.

Through the ecstacy of pleasure and the agony of pain,
I beg your marks upon my flesh.
For in their crimson welted rise,
lies the only true path to rapture.

Crucify me, Father, for I shall sin.

Drug me with your Dominance-
Baptise me, redeem me,
Give me your Opiate.
Make me an Oracle.

Assure my salvation and condemn me,
Beat me with your sacred tools.
Make me your protege; your minion.
A writhing, aching, needing, spiritual whore.

Fuck me with your absolution.
Penetrate me with my penalty.
Then, let me beg and plead
for Your torture.

Consume me, Father, for... I... am... Sin.

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[daremenot2010]

cool



[riccardo1205]

Great Song! Who are the group?

[dunnalina]

loving the style...came across this by accident brilliant art work

[AcademyX]

interesting art for a poem, I wouldn't call it porn but an art.

Yay first post