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My words
a tender, sensual confessional.
Invocation
given on my knees.
Bound by need and want
I look to you for sublime absolution.
Sooty lashes lay upon my pale cheeks.
My mind awhirl with thoughts
as I wait
for the touch of your fingers
lifting my chin
my eyes following.
To see my sin
reflected
within your eyes.
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She is all curves and soft skin.
A dark tempest of hair
and eyes the color of a stormy sea.
She is red lace
against pale skin,
chaste yet wanton.
The juxtaposition
of innocence and sin.
Good girl and bad girl.
A contrast that
bewitches him
beguiles him
and entices him
to unravel the enigma
that is her.
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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.
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©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
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Can I be truly repentant
As I atone for my transgressions
If I adored each step
Into darkness
And would again embrace
With delight
Would allow myself
To savor
Once more
The sin
That is you
…Ravenous for the sin
For the darkness
For you
My hunger outstrips any need
For penance
My only need
Confession
Under your hands
Under you
My body spilling its secrets
In every sigh, gasp and moan
Expiation of sin
Was never more
Delicious
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The scent of it teased her senses
for weeks
before she allowed herself
to breathe it in.
An exotic unknown
that lured out of the dark
the silent, sensuous voice
of her soul.
With an opium kiss that seduced her,
it’s taste delicious
and forbidden
upon her untutored palate,
she found herself embraced in a sensual flight
of decadent sin
surrendered inhibitions
and a lust overdose
that left them both with a hunger
they could not sate.
Their connection
a scorching addiction
needing no intervention
as they mainlined the sweet tincture
of illicit desire.
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Can I be truly repentant
as I atone for my transgressions
if I adored each step
into darkness
and would again embrace
with delight
would allow myself
to savour
once more
the sin
that is you
…Ravenous for the sin
for the darkness
for you.
My hunger outstrips any need
for penance
my only need
confession
under your hands
under you
my body spilling its secrets
in every sigh, gasp and moan.
Expiation of sin
was never more
delicious
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A year later, and still unrepentant.
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These Sunday confessions
roll off my tongue
like an Act of Contrition…
.
On my knees,
my tender
sensual
confessional
for your ears
only.
.
Sundays,
always the potential
for sin.
.
His name upon my skin
burning through my clothes
my Sunday secret.
.
Sunday service will be
kneeling
and thoughts
I choose not to repent.
.
He says prayers,
but only into the softness
of my skin.
.
Lost in your sweet sermon,
no prayers would be more earnest
as I await the burn
of your brimstone,
of your fire.
.
Sundays
dedicated to worship,
but only in the most sinful ways.
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Until my next Sunday confession…
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