She welcomes me over on Sundays
So I won’t be alone on God’s day
Since I don’t go to church and she
no longer gets invited
She serves me sinful meat
in the middle of the living room
Hams splayed wide open over her carpet
Drippings running down
It makes her giggle watching me
trying to catch them all with my mouth
Sucking on her thighs, a sultry pout
Lips covered in juices
My teeth catching on her seams
as She is about to come unraveled
as I kiss my blessings into her skin
A friction fire igniting between us
I laugh as she bursts into flames.