Worship

I’m a priestess, devoted to my god…
...until he makes me break my vows.

He takes my body for his pleasure.
And he keeps coming back for more.
I should fight this urge…

But my body aches for his touch.

I can’t keep doing this.
I’ve betrayed my position in the worst way.
Yet, I can’t fight him off whenever he seeks me.
If I’m discovered, I’ll be ruined…

And my body learns to love the thrill.

Devotion is what I’ve always known.
Now, I’m finding something new to worship.
My body knows this. My heart isn’t ready to admit that…

I belong to him.