Feast Of Herod Poem by Minister Peacefulpoet

Your breasts accidently hit the doorbell
The bellybutton is the door
My pants are tore
Please don't stop
I want more
Eyes reach deep inside
Lips put me in a trance
I can't move
Don't have a chance
Ask me and its yours

God forgive me
There are those in need
The hungry
The poor
Those who work so hard for nothing
Need something

Swinging hips
I can feel it rips
Touch of your fingertips
The softness of your lips
Brush against your thighs
Takes me high
Sweet behind fabric
I'm feeling like a Maverick
Mind is melted
Heart is swollen
All you want is him dead
His head

God forgive me
I was certified in need
and gave into the greed
A condemned man
Who killed a holy man
I completed
an evil plan

By: Minister Peacefulpoet (The Word Witch)12/16/17