My Sin

Lay there, in the midst of linens forever stained, shamed, and wrinkled from lovers long lost that was never truly love the same

Death and Life and Death again for my sin is Lust pure and simple for the slightest glance from a maiden fair will thrill me. Access to her body would snare me, and my departure thereof would wound me infinitely

I dream of clouds and sheets, strange places where our lips do as hands and meet to greet. I dream of a touch of your fire and even more I wish to corrupt.

Ah!  Fire am I as well, for when flame meets flame the same shall rise, and when thrice is mine and thrice is thine let us find another for thrice again will make it nine

Slay my desire with satisfaction, stay my burn with winters kiss, find my soul and seize my wrist, and stay with me amidst the mist.

Reviews

[martinlutherking]

Very well written, i feel the emotion, like it alot xxx

[Casper Dumass Lecroix]

Thank you dudet I'm glad you like it

[Riley Mistwood]

loved this poem. very nicely done

[Casper Dumass Lecroix]

Thank you hope to hear more from ye

["writing by" KS]

Whoa.. amazing.. I loved this..It sparked my imagination. I found it quite erotic. It was a pleasure to read. Thank you

[Casper Dumass Lecroix]

Thank you dudet

["writing by" KS]

:)