scrawny in a sexy way  
as he lingers naked before me  
stripped of needless accessories  
his meat not monstrous  
but, rather, an ample spike  
for pleasurable imaplement  
his soft whisper  
a gentle exhileration  
as it slides, silk-like, across my flesh  
smooth as the black stockings  
that hug his pale arms  
his tattoos, few but meaningful  
the Tepes family crest on his right calf  
and a small crucifixion scene on his back  
with his own naked form staring defiantly  
forward from the cross  
his real name is simple and unimpressive  
so he asks that i refer to him as "god"  
i comply, for i am coy and  
submissive in his presence  
my lord slithers across me  
a second skin adhered by our sweat  
kissing, caressing, penetrating  
i surrender to any and every whim  
and when we explode together  
his entire existence paints  
the walls of my mind  
and as he fades to black again  
i coil inward like a serpent  
bathing in the cold silken glow  
of my waking dream