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Church of Blood and Bone
I pay tribte to your temple, your church of blood and bone.
You allow me to lay my sins upon your skin, to whisper them into your flesh.
You offer me forgiveness, to wash away my misdeeds with your rising tide.
You let me lay close to your hearbeat as I worship and pay homage with my hands,
my lips, my body.
And in return I allow you to wear my mark, making you my own
I caress your flesh with my nails, drawing blood which is sweet and dark
I scar your flesh with my teeth, making all who know you understand
You are owned.
I teach your soul to dance in the flames of Hell and scream in defiance
At the broken wings of piety and discretion.
When you are wrong, misbehaving, you are ignored.
Your body aches for my touch, your ears yearn for my voice, your soul aches for my whip.
The lashes crisscrossing your knotted spine,
A reminder of love and obedience.
Your will is in my hands, as you have it be.
No one else will ever harm you.
You can trust your safe word, your stop word.
A place of sanity as my needles pierce your tender flesh
As pain gives over to pleasure and you whimper for more
And when you are done I'll hold you close till the shakes have gone
And you are able to breathe again.
I will caress you tender flesh, rubbing salted sweat deep into your cooling skin,
I will kiss your lips and remind you that I love you,
I will wrap a collor around your throat.
You, my bitch, my beloved.
And then I will cry upon your shoulder and beging to worship,
To pay tribute to your temple, your church of blood and bone.