The Pretender

Do you know how many hands have brushed with mine this week alone?
Do you know how many mouths I have kissed in this lifetime
If I had your lips on mine tonight
I don’t think I would ever forgive myself for the lack of remorse I would experience

My soul would know for certain, this house is not one of God
but rather pain and sin

I want what I want
and sometimes
that is trouble.


He Will Not Let You Be Tempted Beyond What You Can Bear

I find it funny that
humans only get down on their knees
for one of two reasons
And this poem is not about God.

I plant kisses across your chest
(my lips can feel your heart beat)
and hear your breath catch
the Father, Son and Holy Ghost made me
and watching you squirm
is worth any hell i’ll be sent to

I take you in like communion
and believe me when I say I think I saw The Lord himself
beckoning me to go deeper

Your pale skin is irresistible
is wanting you in my mouth a sin?
forgive me, Father
this is not a temptation I can resist.