Thy Deviant

She knelt before me and bewitching obeisance
To convert the innocence of a rutted abscess
Into exalted enslavement for all time
Through a golden ritual and her communion

A wildfire blaze in a vestal lamentation
When wolfish tongue licks the tautness
Of the chaste elegance of your curving tail
And the fur gleams stained with surging spit

New aural stride roars within the cloister
When her heels are round towards the stars
Her adornments reflect a full moon splendor
And in a feeble voice she whispers once more

The first transfixion of her regent cunt
Into the sworn core of her nether temple
When her entrails pulse with spectral chrism
She knows she belongs to me as I do to her