"the first time he calls you holy,
you laugh it back so hard your sides hurt.
the second time,
you moan gospel around his fingers
between your teeth.
he has always surprised
you into surprising yourself.
because he’s an angel hiding his halo
behind his back and
nothing has ever felt so filthy
as plucking the wings from his shoulders—
undressing his softness
one feather at a time.
god, if you’re out there,
if you’re listening,
he fucks like a seraphim,
and there’s no part of scripture
that ever prepared you for his hands.
hands that map a communion
in the cradle of your hips.
hands that kiss hymns up your sides.
he confesses how long he’s looked
for a place to worship and,
oh,
you put him on his knees.
when he sinks to the floor and moans
like he can’t help himself,
you wonder if the other angels
fell so sweet.
he says his prayers between your thighs
and you dig your heels into the base of his spine
until he blushes the color of your filthy tongue.
you will ruin him and he will thank you;
he will say please.
no damnation ever looked as cozy as this,
but you fit over his hips like they
were made for you.
you fit, you fit, you fit.
on top of him, you are an ancient god
that only he remembers and he
offers up his skin.
and you take it.
who knew sacrifice was so profane?
and once you’ve taught him how to hold
your throat in one hand
and your heart in the other,
you will have forgotten every other word,
except his name."
— PROFANE, by Ashe Vernon
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you laugh it back so hard your sides hurt.
the second time,
you moan gospel around his fingers
between your teeth.
he has always surprised
you into surprising yourself.
because he’s an angel hiding his halo
behind his back and
nothing has ever felt so filthy
as plucking the wings from his shoulders—
undressing his softness
one feather at a time.
god, if you’re out there,
if you’re listening,
he fucks like a seraphim,
and there’s no part of scripture
that ever prepared you for his hands.
hands that map a communion
in the cradle of your hips.
hands that kiss hymns up your sides.
he confesses how long he’s looked
for a place to worship and,
oh,
you put him on his knees.
when he sinks to the floor and moans
like he can’t help himself,
you wonder if the other angels
fell so sweet.
he says his prayers between your thighs
and you dig your heels into the base of his spine
until he blushes the color of your filthy tongue.
you will ruin him and he will thank you;
he will say please.
no damnation ever looked as cozy as this,
but you fit over his hips like they
were made for you.
you fit, you fit, you fit.
on top of him, you are an ancient god
that only he remembers and he
offers up his skin.
and you take it.
who knew sacrifice was so profane?
and once you’ve taught him how to hold
your throat in one hand
and your heart in the other,
you will have forgotten every other word,
except his name."
— PROFANE, by Ashe Vernon
REBLOG - 7 MONTHS AGO WITH 33,562 NOTES
tagged → #poetry #writing #spilled ink #sex #love #profane #ashe vernon #so i apparently have a tendency to combine religious imagery with sexual imagery #so that's weird #so uh here you go #probably my most sexual poem to date #i will probably come back and do some more edits to this later #but i really wanted to go ahead and post it before i went to bed.
