it’s a rainy day and all i can think of is God watching me disapprovingly brushing your pink soft feet against my wet mouth and nostrils entranced by the smooth curve of your arches
is that spiritual, i wonder adoring their scent admiring the cotton fluff from your socks white as angels soft as indigo silk floating like little puff clouds on your shapely pinkish toes
your red nails remind me of ****** daggers while i bleed troupes of silvered tears upon them
a Christian sacrifice? or is it a Satanic Black Arts Ritual wanting to feel them slit my skin because i love you so much?
i devote myself that you may be so kind as to step carelessly upon my face like a treading wheel pushing in my eye sockets and lips like stones in dirt
i get down on my knees and prostrate myself while you place a light of the world cross around my neck and carve an incandecent pentagram on my skull to sanctify
what shall i do with this spontaneous impulse of spirits hunger so ardent
am i dammed to love so much red angel?
will you extend your pointed toes towards me to receive my tremulous lips and cleansing tears?