Sit On My Face

I shall use you as my throne

My Photo, Graffiti

Bow before me

repent your sins

beg for mercy

request my taste

chin tilted up

looking within me

I sit upon you like a throne

something for you to devote

dote on, restrict your breath

with my thighs clamping

like a clam closing

worship my form

like I’m a fertility goddess

all curves and softness

to your hard unrelenting touch.

I’ll be everything and more,

the unending divinity you seek

relinquishing your control

give into the pulse of my flesh

I douse you in my holy water

to be born again.