Oh

the wretched guilt

for summoning

the touch

of the stranger with dark eyes

the dangerous angel

the beautiful distraction from reality

*

Soaking wet from first glance

I let him,

in the hands

of his dark sanctuary,

undress my conscience

leave his marks of love

upon my nakedness

tie my thoughts

with silk chains of hot restraint

burrow into my soul’s depths

pound out what needed release

strip everything from me

offering in return

more than my mind 

understood

exactly what my body

craved

 

*

I felt pure as sin

alive for the first time

a blooming, cryptic bud

in his wild, wicked garden of lust

*

This secreted story

of forbidden appetence

left me

a sinner

sated as never before

guilty of pure pleasure

damned by Satan’s sexual lure

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©MidwestFantasy

05/25/2018

Ph-Pinerest