Capturing Intimacy in sheer pokies

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