I̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶ ❝ butterflies and roses ❞

22. sin/pray

My name slips out of your tongue
Like the rosary beads that flung
In your hand, you say my name like a prayer,
but tell me, my darling, is it love or fear?

You sit down by the aisle,
the bed full of roses, wine on the white tile
on your knees, you pray for mercy
to the goddess, pray pious words, else incur wrath like Circe.

When my nails dig in your buttery vest
You'll wear the scars like a cross on your chest
The breaths and moans escape your lips
like the sacred hymns, engrained on your fingertips.

my vanilla taste seeps in deeper,
cleansing your soul, making your a believer,
that God exists, your pain shall dissipate
when you taste the womanhood trapped in the sacramental bread.

Your sins have been healed, the sea washed it away,
the sand beneath your feet, your bruises no more stay.
The Father, the Son and the holy spirit,
Shall bind you to the stars of creed.

Tied up to the corners, your escape is inevitable,
Pinned in your palms, the lines of fate change subtle
You groan in pain, you grow my pleasure,
Your sufferings shall resurrect, beyond measure.

Waited for the day of three, do you to rise above your misery
Descended to heaven, where lies your luxury
the Garden of Eden that lies below,
is calling you, to bless away your sorrow.

My skin is the bread, you soak me in the wine,
You've made me bleed, then drank me till you are  mine
I called the Father, I begged for the mercy
but like the oasis in a desert, I was a boon for the thirsty.

Timely the clock struck, you waste no time 
My halo glows the slower you grind
Divinity has ways to be achieved 
my salacious sermons are four-leaved.

Damned for your sins, your fingers touch me
you've memories every inch of me till your bones impale and bleed
you've read me like a Bible, an open book, every Sunday.
I shall bestow you with abundance, till we attain Salvation on the Judgment day.

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I know this poem is risque but I love it. If you're religious then bless me achoo bye-bye. Religion is anything you want it to be. I made it a poem❤
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