lead us not into temptation

Someone who sends the steams of hell
up my thighs in the middle of February
torments what little Catholic girl spasms
I have in me
I once died at the thought of someone
watching me from the sky
I heal myself thinking of someone I crave
to be the one watching me
looking at my reactions, listening to
my voice at every non verbal hallelujah
The one who loves me, hard,
and takes me deep
whose hand spreads across my cheeks
makes me want to pray 10 Our Fathers,
10 Hail Marys
and the Act of Contrition twenty times
and says Oh you’ll be on your knees, alright
I almost asked their god to save me
from free falling
but he couldn’t even stop them from
sliding into my DMs.

— tinya, May All the Lovers Summon Rain