"Before the Temple," a Biblical poem

[meadowlion]

Rating: R
Pairing: Satan/God
Warnings: I've committed profane poesy, poetic profanity, or just plain purple impiety through this.
Other Notes: Last year around thamiris' birthday, I posted in a comment for her "something quick and dirty and utterly wrong . . . in celebration of [her] continued fabulousness." I'm posting it here now, unchanged beyond the addition of a title, for much the same reason. Any idiocy within is mine alone.

Before the Temple

God dreams of the Fallen One
falling -- to his knees -- for him.
Not often (enough),
but when sin as twisted as his infinite imagination
darkens the world so much
his heavy-lidded gaze perceives it through sleep,
it also hardens his cock.

When the sun rises for him,
he'll tell his better angels
that rage and bitter impotence
clenched his fists,
rather than the desire
to luxuriate in Satan's hedonistically soft curls
while attempting to control that smart mouth.

God shies from the irony awakened:
the Rock of Ages at this heathen's mercy.
But in the dream world, he yields
to tight, wet heat,
his orgasm a brand new world Lucifer creates,
with all the delicious wickedness
of teeth and lips and tongue -- for him.

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