Crucifix

 

A crucifix sits nestled between exposed breasts.
On her knees, but not in prayer, yet His name escapes her lips.


 
Z.P. Phillips

Z.P. Phillips moves into the edge of restraint and release, penning poetry and stories that seduce and sting. His work entwines lust with language, celebrates desire in every form, and opens the door to kinks kept hidden in the dark. Out now: Kink volumes 1, 2, & 3.

https://www.kinkypoetry.com/
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