Kalopsia : A Collection Of Short Poems And Vignettes

Of Sins and Salvation

"A flame too hot
Might be too intense to ignore
I'm drawn to your fire
Even though i'm feeling unsure"

Sunday Mass was held at the Covenant Church of Lamb by Father Silas, a sinfully handsome man in his late 30s. It was truly a shame he had vowed to be celibate for the rest of his life. I remember visiting the church during mass. I used to sit beside my mum, holding her hand through the entire service. I was probably around fifteen or sixteen when Father Silas joined our church. Standing tall at the height of 6'3, with his long hair falling on his eyes which are a completely different story on their own, Father Silas is the epitome of a dark mystery. To my poor sixteen year old heart, he was a dangerous and yet delicious threat. I used to think that maybe I was broken. I punished myself in various ways to cure myself, trying to free my mind from the terribly impure thoughts about our priest. And yet, seven years later, whenever it comes to Father Silas, I'm still very much controlled by Asmodeus, the demon of lust.

"Your danger
Your allure
Oh you know I like the games you play
You want me then you don't"

I walk inside the confessional booth and sit on the chair. Through the dark, I can see Father Silas sitting on the other side of the compartment. He smiles at me like he always does. I manage a strained smile back. I'm quite nervous about my confessions tonight. This could change everything. I take a deep shuddering breath and begin, "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned." Father Silas nods his head, signalling me to continue. "Father, I...I believe I've been possessed by Asmodeus." With that, I tell him everything, all my deepest darkest desires down to the most sinful ones, all of which are only about him. By the time I'm done, he sits there, almost like a statue with his spine ramrod straight, probably shocked to the point of silence.

"What do you call a love that's so bittersweet?
Fill my desire
Then give me pain
Seduced by your passion
I know that it's not safe
A love so dark it's a sin"

Then suddenly, he chuckles and runs a hand through his hair. The sound of that deep raspy chuckle sends a jolt straight to my pussy. I'm already embarrassingly wet, so I clench my thighs together. Father Silas walks out of the booth and I hurriedly follow. "My forgiveness, Father?" He turns to look at me, his expression unreadable. "Follow me." I follow him silently and frown when we reach the Holy Altar. "Father? Why are we...here?" Instead of answering me, he stands at the altar, facing the crucified statue of Jesus. Finally, he says, "You must offer yourself to God, Lilith. I have to baptize your soul and mind." He turns to me then, with that same unreadable expression and commands, "Kneel."

"Fatal attraction
Fatal attraction is pulling me in
Fatal attraction
A love so dark it's a sin"

I fall on my knees immediately as if God himself has commanded me. Which, in a way, is true I suppose. Father Silas is my god and I am his most devoted sinner. He caresses my cheek softly and I stare up at him in both confusion and a strange anticipation. He smiles at me then and traces his thumb on my bottom lip. With a shocking wave of boldness, I suck the thumb into my mouth while looking into his eyes. He inhales sharply and quite surprisingly, or perhaps not at all, instead of taking out his thumb, presses it more into my mouth. I close my eyes and suck the digit, imagining it as his cock. Suddenly he pulls away and a needy whine breaks free from my lips. I look up at him pleadingly. He smiles and bends down until we're mere inches apart. After a few seconds of silence which felt like forever, his mouth slowly descends on mine. I gasp softly at the unexpected act and he takes that opportunity to plunge his tongue inside my mouth.

"I feel so high
When you give me less I want more
I come to life
When you play me like a chord"

Father Silas kisses like a man who's been starved of his favourite meal for far too long. His tongue explores every curve and corner of my mouth as if granting me absolution. I moan into the vicious kiss and immediately his sinfully delicious hands wrap about my throat. His grip is tight enough to keep me in place but not enough to strangle me. A dominant reminder of the fact that if he wants to, he can kill me by tightening his grip just a little bit. He slowly lays me down on the Holy Altar and kneels in between my legs. He looks up at me, silently asking for permission and I nod slowly. With a grin that can rival the devil's, he spreads my legs wider, revealing my underwear clad pussy. He hikes my skirt up and drags my underwear down with his teeth. I shudder involuntarily. I can't help the gasp that breaks past my lips when Father Silas, the holy man of God that he is, bites my clit gently. And then, as if encouraged by the sound, he fully dives in, as if he's a madman who's finally found his solace and won't let it slip away from his grasp.

"I want you to myself
But you know I like the games you play
You want me then you don't
What do you call a love that's so bittersweet?
Fill my desire
Then give me pain"

Father Silas eats my pussy like a wolf eats a lamb, relishing and savouring each bite with an all consuming lust for its taste. His skillful tongue and fingers explore my pussy as if searching for a path to salvation itself. My body arches into his eager mouth, offering myself to him, like a sacrificial lamb, in this sacred and dangerously unholy ritual of baptism.
My first orgasm hits me like a truck, my vision going white as I scream his name. After letting me come down from my high, Father Silas takes out a vial of holy water and pours it over my drenched and swollen pussy. I gasp at the coldness and the sheer wrongness of the whole act. I'm lying on the Holy Altar of God, about to be fucked by the very priest I've fantasized about since I was sixteen. I'm committing the worst kind of sin possible and yet, not a single part of me is afraid of this blasphemous act that I am partaking in. If anything, I've never felt more alive. I know that I've officially damned myself to hell, but I'd honestly rather be a sinner and live, than be a saint and survive.

"You're like a drug to me
Caught in your ecstasy
I know that this is wrong
But I'm falling in way too deep
Temptations killing me"

Father Silas then removes his clerical collar, the symbol of his commitment to the Church and to God himself. Then he unzips his black pants and releases his thick cock from its clerical confinements. He rubs the red angry tip against my pussy lips, dripping with holy water and my release. A small whimper escapes me and he smirks. "Let me baptize your soul with my touch, Lilith. Only then you will be able to attain absolution." I nod and he slowly pushes the tip of his cock inside me. I cry out in pain at his sheer size and he immediately covers my mouth with his, kissing my pain and discomfort away. My fingers dig into his biceps as he slowly bottoms out inside me.

"Fatal attraction is pulling me in
It's pulling me in
Fatal attraction
You can take all my love
A love so dark it's a sin"

With a shaky nod from me, he starts to move, slowly at first until the pain gives way to a pleasure so intense, it's capable of teleporting a woman to an eternal heaven even while committing a terrible sin. Every press of his lips on my skin feels like a divine blessing, every thrust, a prayer to the devil himself. With one final thrust, I scream my orgasm as he empties himself inside me with a hoarse groan that makes my well used pussy flutter still. He pulls away and tucks his cock inside his pants and pulls out a handkerchief. After wiping my pussy clean and helping me fix my clothes, he kisses my temple and gently whispers, "I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit."