Deliverance

I confess the mess I am

kneeling bedside before you,

who bares witness the fraud in me,

cowering in moral

incompetence.

Surely you must know already

of my guileless deceit?

The way I await so willingly,

yearning; hungry for your closure;

the need to feel your needing me

in all the old forbidden ways.

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