Sin

Do you make God cry with your sin?

“Do…do you think Carlotta would be screaming and crying after the first man?” he asked, completely changing the subject. “You know I offered the first one to be you, I know you said you wouldn’t have but I know you would have.” He remarked as he watched the birds flutter by the bushes. “Or you think she’d be a real s**t and begin to enjoy it? After all it’s not painful…not unless you make it to be.” He whispered, chuckling harshly now as he licked his lips. My fists began to ball up by my sides. It was disgusting how he thought of her like a common w***e. She would have never enjoyed herself! I bit my lip. “I know…you would have enjoyed her, her nectar is so much sweeter once you make it come out.” He chuckled. “Her sweet beautiful moans, the way she writhed on the bed. She should be painted in such a manner that I would remember it forever.” He spoke with a smile. I banged my fist down on the table. “Damnit Percy! I don’t think that matters and I certainly would have not touched her in such a manner!” I yelled at him. He could only laugh at me. “Don’t lie to me Theo, I see the way you look at her…the way you help her. I would even think that you loved her. Hmph.” He only smirked. “Is that so? Or do I look at you wrong? You know I am never wrong. Admit it Theodore!” he shot back at me. His fiery tongue I had once known was at me and I froze in my face. I admitted what I could to him. “You are not wrong, I loved her…but certainly not in the way that you do. I don’t crave her body and I would never have dreamed such a thing upon her.” I told him honestly. We both stared at each other for a moment, the smirk that was once on his lips did not leave and…he began laughing. “Oh Theo! So serious!” Now I knew he was taking all of it as a joke. I shook my head. “You need more rest you barely have had any at all look at yourself.” He laughed harder as he stood up. “Theo, Theo you know nothing! Nothing! Nothing!” He laughed. “You don’t know what I have done, you do not know the things I have done…the things I intend to do. The things I have wanted to do.” He licked his lips before he moved over to me. He was sitting on his knee in between my legs as he pressed down my shoulders looking into my eyes. “Ah, the sins we confess, the sins we do, but I do ask, does Theodore ever sin? Does Theodore commit adultery? Does he miss church…does he lie?” he asked, his mouth right near my ear as I shuttered. “Surely no one is like you, have you done wrong?” he asked. “Any wrong doings?” he leaned closer to my ear and licked the opening. I pushed him back before he pinned m e down once again. “The way you writhe against me, you are a great sinner? Are you not? Just like me just like her just like everyone else. Only, do you make God cry when you sin?”

Author's Note

Don't care about grammar.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The story tells a powerful story. I like the repetition of the question. The discussion between the two men was very good. Detail and description made this a pleasure to be able to read. You wrote a outstanding story. Thank you.
Coyote