The Biblically Accurate Orgasm of a Lesbian Martyr

By Zoe Dawn

Her tongue a knife,

tapping at my pomegranate lips.

She cuts me open,

parting seas of red.

My flesh, her feast,

My blood, the wine she drinks.

To be penetrated is to 

open up to the divine.

I surrender and let

the Holy Spirit inside. 

It sings through me:

Oh God!

Please! 

Again! 

My nails dig into her back,

Pain from a gentle place can grow wings,

so my scratches create doorways 

for her feathers to unfurl.

She uses them to fly me up

to my rapturous end.

Tunnel vision, a bright white light.

A little death,

takes me to heaven.

I tell my lover what I saw there. 

When she smiles, I see it again.

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Zoe Dawn (she/they) is a 24 year old writer, painter, and burlesque performer in Colorado. Her art has been a way for her to share the beauty of lesbian sex, and celebrate her identity as a lesbian.