TAPERED WITH SINFUL DESIRE

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Midnight creatures
Knew my matte secrets
Secrets of my lusty trysts
With enchanted princes
Kings of forbidden kingdoms
Even merchants of steel
I have been a slave to my desires
Groanings that wondered my thighs
Ashamed not of my naked breasts
That feared not
The touch of a man
A man mastered in the craft of lovemaking
Tampering with my sanity
At the point where whimpers escape my throat
As eyes filled with droplets of silky tears
When he entered unguarded domains of a female
Now
My tapered past
Filled with men between my legs
Reflects in your eyes
Filled with anger
Burning with disgust
Closing in shame
Scattered with regret
You knew me as no saint
A sinner on this earthly nest
Just as you a sinner at midnight
We have sinned together
Embodied in promiscuity of nudity
Indulged in the food that ancient gods killed for
Filled our waists with wetness of abandoned forests
You cannot judge
A maiden given in to your masculine desires of fullfillment
That burned hot deep below your throat
My past
May be Tapered with sinful desires
Yet you have fallen in drunken stupor
From these very hills on my bossom
Fallen asleep
Inside these very thighs that you now despise
Hold no grudge against my past
My passion now exists only for you
Come
Allow my tongue to erase
Thoughts that haunt you
On my knees I will stay
Until you call my name again
With a burn that melts the heat from volcanoes
You are my sin
As I am your sinner

I THINK ABOUT HIM WHEN YOU HOLD ME

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Forgive me for sinning
For committing adultery
For fornicating
In my mind
With my lips still on yours
Arms wrapped around your neck
My waist dancing amidst yours
My feet planted on yours
Still I think about him
When you hold me

Forgive me for sinning
For committing adultery
For fornicating
In my body
Each time you kiss me
Every time you whisper in my ear
Whenever you hold my hand
When I lay on your lap
I still think about him
When you hold me

Forgive me for sinning
For committing adultery
For fornicating
In my heart
With my words I whisper to you
Fingers caressing your hair
Mouth saying I love you
Inside the orgasm you give me
I still think about him
When you hold me
He is my Temporary insanity

HER YELLOW DRESS

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She stood at the entrance to the barn
Looking frazzled
Lost in her own moment
Fear stilled her lips
Tears dried by the rainy wind
Half torn
Half hanging on her shoulder
Her yellow dress clung to her frail body
What was left of it
Hours in the market she had been
Sudden rain found her amidst the bare lands
Horses foot steps was all she heard
Before her head hit the ground
Tears stung at her innocent eyes
As he tore her dress
Breath smelling of beer
From Jo’s Salon
She knew her world had ended
Soon as she felt his weight
Rain poured, wind blew
Her strength she gathered and ran
Fast as she could
Till she saw a barn door open
Standing at the entrance way
He saw her torn Yellow dress
He knew from pain in her eyes
Gun in hand he left
For Jo’s Salon

THE LAST LUST

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I see his big biceps ripple
Droplets of water slide down his brow
Crawling slowly to his chest
Drawing those patterns oh so lovely
I see his black glistening skin
Smooth as a rock
At the bottom of the river
His eyes sharp like a spear’s head
Piercing my own that’s melting
I have this sense of wonder
How does his lips taste
How will his kiss make me
I yearn to be in his perfect arms
That will take me to places
I will never want to come back from
My Instinct speaks to me
I need to know this creature
All carnal desires spoken for
This is the last lust
Centuries to come I will remember
His chest rippling on my own