For so long he had worshipped at her alter.
His hands raised, his lips caressing the hyms that spoke of her.
She walked in. He turned to confess his sins.
He confessed how long he’d been searching for a saviour and how she, oh how she was the one.
How she spoke to him in ways others can only imagine.
How she and only she brought him to his knees.
And when he sank to the floor,
he moaned
A quiet, low sound that shook the very bones of all of the saints and sinners that lay there.
but that moan spoke to her
She turned for him to see her
naked
honest
dangerous.
He rose from the alter, his cheeks wet. Wondering, if all God’s angels, were quite so deadly.
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A very intriguing poem and well written!
Gosh wow thank you so much, it’s my first ever poem, I wrote it weeks ago so I hope they only get better!
Good write but most angels are good and kind.
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