You order me.
Commanding and gentle.

Get on your knees.”

Pointing to a pillow in front of your feet.
I obey.
Sinking closer to the floor. Closer to you.
Looking up, wanting, eyes open wide, mouth open wide, ready for worship.
Your hand cups my face
loving, longing
your finger on my tongue, down my throat

"mouth, open wide"

you command
as my lips beg to close. to keep you in me.

"mouth open wide, sweetheart".

I obey.
two fingers on my tongue, down my throat
a reward for my dedication.

I am dedicated
three fingers on my tongue, down my throat
i am salivating. holy water dripping down my cheeks. from my mouth under my skirt.

I am drunk.

you. are so intensely focused.

"are you okay, sweetheart?"

I nod. eyes shut.
four fingers on my tongue, down my throat"

"is this too much sweetheart?”

I shake my head no.
My heart opens wide begging for more

"do you want more sweetheart?"

My mouth now empty. Your fingers on my cheek. tapping softly. wet.

I nod. Your body moves closer.

"open your eyes. use your words, sweetheart"

I look up.



Elizabeth Lorde | 2019

Sacred Sacrilege

My clients confess their desires to me…

between white bed sheets,

beside discarded couch cushions,

on old carpeted floors.

I accept their secrets…

in exchange for devotion.

In exchange for an envelope filled with the sweetest offering.

They say that I make time stop for them…

That for a moment, they can breathe.
That the chaos of the world stops.
That the hopelessness halts.
That there is just the two of us


Arms locked in a backwards prayer.

Eyes locked searching for salvation.

Salivating mouths reciting biblical tongue twisters.

Their tongues’ twist and dance in-between my legs


I can feel the longing in the back of their throats.

For a moment, they just want to be

held without judgement.


vulnerable without judgement.


corrupted without judgement.


given permission to give into sybaritic, perverted desires without judgment.


witnessed at their most authentic.

For a moment…

I just want to be free of judgment.

and for a moment…

We are.

Elizabeth Lorde/ 2019