A heretic grin
interlaced with longing
Ferocious need danced behind barren eyes
Her poise
Thunder clouds and electricity,
lead me to believe in her gospel of sin

Where it not for her blithe commentary
fornicating in the sea
under stars
against incidental walls
I might not have chosen this bestial path

Eyes shut
Mouth taste free
Skin cracking, lacking soothing lubricant

Verbs worked their magic
I performed, as she suggested

Hinted
Sighed
Proposed

Burning vowels propelled each thrust
Sinner who was a Saint

Worshiping
Idolizing
Fondling

Physical glory
Hedonistic behavior my own
Pleasure points of deception
etched into the surface of time

Seeing
Sensing
Seducing

My quest for consumption continues,
unabated
Demons laugh
The devil delights

Flesh burns bright
smells spent
Tastes salty with a tang of regret

Hell is on Earth
Mistress of ceremonies,
some say that I am wicked

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Julie Anderson

Julie Anderson is the Creator and Publisher of Feminine Collective. Julie was inspired to create this safe place for women to share their secrets, desires, triumphs and pain as the antithesis of what mainstream media offers women today. In her column Pursuit of Perfection, she explores the importance of rectifying the balance of inner and outer beauty through essays, poems and articles on self-esteem, shame, family, and self- acceptance.

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