Being good,

being perfect,

being everything everyone

expects me to be

is exhausting.

Bibles strike my skull,

warning desires to stay hidden.

Verses cram down my throat,

choking the life out of me. 

Battles rage

between my head

and my heart,

resulting in denial

of pleasures.

Goodness commands,

perfection demands,

longings are cast aside.

For one night,

I want to give in,

enjoying primal ecstasy

without shame

or responsibility.

I taste him

and he is delicious.

Hunger dissipates.

I spread my legs

and he eats his fill.

Inhibitions leave.

He destroys my ass

with his thick fingers.

Fantasies unfold.

He fucks me

and I love it.

Screaming ensues.

He marks me

so I won't forget.

Red handprints on my ass.

Teeth marks on my breasts.

Aches in my pussy.

Tomorrow I will resume

my dutiful place.

But for one night,

I allow myself

to be defiled by him,

without remorse

or regret.