Short stories that live inside

The seven sins (Poem)

[This is a poem I wrote for one of my long stories (Lady of the Night)]

Undress me,
I implore you to be selfish

I want you to make me plead
Be mean
Practice on me the seven sins.

Vainglory, excessive vanity
Deep pleasure with which you hold my leash
You smirk when I cum
Down my thighs the white will run.
Is it like honey?
Have I given you gold?
Am I the pride you hold?

Greed, covetousness
You hold me like I'm thornless
Whisper: "You are mine."
Don't ever share what we do at nine
Possessive day and night.

Lust, our illicit sexual desire
Bend me over the seat
Let's hide under the sheets
Execute your bidding
Moan in my ear: "Yes please..."
As Helen and Paris
Take us to the Hades.

Envy, lack of gratitude
Aroused by my possession
Begrudge those who reach for my attention
See me as perfection
Passion for my protection
Won't let anyone touch your precious.

Gluttony, no abstinence
The voracity for flesh
Your tongue won't let me rest
You like it when I say: "Mhh yes..."
Get lost between my thighs
I am your vice
We don't need temperance.

Wrath, overwhelming anger
You don't like to be vexed
Yet, this position is complex
You can punish me
I'll yield
But don't forget who holds the power when I kneel.

Sloth, the cease of it all
All you long to do is me
Making me scream is your specialty
It is no easy task
To make my insides blast
This is no sight for others
You and I, alone, forever as lovers.