I was the sweetest,
the most innocent bad girl
he ever created.
Especially on Sunday.
.
Sinful Sunday.
Soft white skin
and pure white ribbon.
A sensuous tether
to wicked thoughts
and desires
pulled tight by him.
Making me wet and wild.
.
A Sunday prayer.
A single wish
whispered from my lips
that was
purity and sin
interwoven.
.
I am
A body trembling with sinful wants
and a soul aching with innocent need.
.
I sit upon the church pew
modest in dress and demeanour
distracted
by the secrets and sins
that dance within every line
of the poetry I am composing
in my head.
.
You are deeper than skin
greater than sin
absolution is mine
as you touch all the parts of me
that ache for you.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest
February 13, 2017 at 4:13 am
Fantastic ❤
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February 13, 2017 at 2:34 pm
Smiles. Thank you Em. x
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February 13, 2017 at 8:03 am
Sunday’s … the day all things begin …
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February 13, 2017 at 1:35 pm
Indeed this is so…
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February 14, 2017 at 1:00 am
Just brilliant Christine
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February 14, 2017 at 5:50 am
Smiles. Thank you M.
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February 15, 2017 at 7:48 pm
Hmmm. Now when I attend services, as I look around at all the modestly dressed ladies, I will wonder just what poems whirl around in their hearts
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February 17, 2017 at 4:39 am
Smiles. You never know…
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March 9, 2017 at 9:02 pm
Artwork and words. Perfect.
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March 12, 2017 at 3:38 am
Thank you. Smiles.
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