walk of shame? — Kristina Heflin

I

why not

walk of glory

coming home

with his scent

dripping

from my clothes

my skin

my cunt

make way for

nike

goddess of victory

prepare

your

offerings

II

male desire is an animal

this

snake-charmer

knows how

to play

a look

a touch

a text

bring him

between my knees

he sinks into me

but i have the

power

squeezed

tight

his satisfaction and

surrender

III

run your hands

down

the marble

altar of my body

bow

your head

in prayer

my beautiful disciple

keep murmuring

your passions

roar out your

ecstasies

bring me the praises

of your lips

it makes me stronger

drowns out the voices