The Altar of Me - Part 6

Your salacious lechery has been offered up to the congregation of my mind ... accepted ... revered ... and prayed upon ... I bow as it is made corporeal.  Your tongue dancing on my precipice, undulating with hard-pressed desire.  Lustful incantations are slathered upon my Altar ... and my blessings are shed upon your supplicating mouth.

A rapid desire emanates from my vestibule upon your pious countenance ... and I tremble with religious fervor at the praises that continue to be lavished upon my being.  Your arms begin to reach up to me ... praise ... and forcefully you dig into my breasts.  Crucifying yourself upon my frame ... and it is done.  I am yours. 

Stripped down to my barest elements I now am yours.  Your property.  You only need whisper my NAME ... even through your eyes ... and I am at your command.  Your pleasures will be realized ... I am your heaven and your hell now ... Your possession ... and at the same time you are my possessed ... for only through me will your wants ... lusts ... and desires be realized. 

You gradually pull yourself up towards my face.  The rose windows of our eyes are mirrored in our being and the intangible contract is sealed.  Your want is my want ... Your need is my need ... Your desire is my desire ... and all it takes is ONE word ... and it is bestowed to you ... My want ... My need ... My desire ... My three in one.

The Font of my Altar has been consecrated by your seal.  Now ... exposed ... it is waiting for the sanctified union of the Candle to the Font ... to be stirred ... to be claimed ... accepted ... complete ... taken into you.  That is all there is needed to make me complete.  Now ... the thoughts need to follow with actions to induce the sublimation of this carnality.  To rise from the dead ... take on a new form ...

Contrition ... O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee, and I detest all my Sins, because I dread the loss of heaven, and the pains of hell;  but most of all because they offend Thee, my God, who are all good and deserving of all my love.  I firmly resolve with the help of Thy grace, to confess my sins, to do penance, and to amend my life.  Amen ...

Our eyes depart from each other as you place yourself between the transept of my Altar.  Sitting on your knees ... the heat of the Candle is felt upon the Font ... Condensation ensues ... and the ceremonial concupiscence of carnal knowledge begins ...