Trespasses

My passion for him consumes, overtakes, everything else until he has become my entire existence.

Because sleep
(or is it crying?)
is for the weak.
Either way...
too little, too much
give and
       Take
        me
      please.

(shotgun)
You took mine
and I took yours.
Of all the firsts, this
one was ours.
My Temptation.
My Sin.

Our first first.
You wish you had
taken (been) mine.
I can't help but think...
Me, too.

Warm breath. Cool smoke.
I pull the air from
your lungs as
        skin
          to
        skin
you press into me.
Starved for affection.
My Love.
My Sin.

I offer myself up as a
sacrifice.
Giving me over.
Relinquishing control.
Tracing the lines of
scars, like beads in
a rosary,
chanting your name
(mantra)

The Lord's Prayer on
repeat
repeat
repeating in my head.
Ricocheting
through my skull as
on my knees I
worship
My Savior.
My Sin.

Reviews

[The Mad Prophet]

Funny that Christians shun this sort of sinnful act, and Pagans worship this type of behavior. I like how you express that your virginity is a sacrifice for this love, very well expressed. Very well done.