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…
Elizabeth Lorde/ 2019