Soft Emotions: desire xxxx

Inside an abandoned church in desire xxxx, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me desire xxxx for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “desire xxxx, hail desire xxxx, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “desire xxxx, desire xxxx, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “desire xxxx” prayers.