Life Beneath The Words At Play

Taste of sin

I want his skin pressed against my lips.

I want to sink my teeth into his beating heart before I crush it in my palm.

I suggest it's best you shush.

It's only a little crush, not that it would ever matter to you because you can't love.

Just rest your eyes, dear.

It'll all be gone soon.

Lay down and let me have you.

Let me take your soul away for just a little while.

Whispers of lust that has us entwined in sinful acts for our momentary pleasures.

In the end, you feel regret.

You leave me naked on the bed with cash tucked under the pillow where my head rests.

I know you'll come back.

They all do.

Even if they always say they never would.

They can never get enough of the thrill, but then they remember the wedding ring resting on their finger and regret every other meeting we've had, yet they keep coming back.

I hope their wives find the lipstick I pressed against their neck.

Cherry flavored crimson red spreads all around their lips and neck.

It stains their tastebuds with dopamine and the thought of getting away with the sin that they'll never repent, even when their wives cry out to them.

They'll never have enough when they get the taste of sin dancing on their tongue.

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Very obvious what the poem is about. I'm not going to elaborate further on that.

Once they cheat, they'll never change. I guess that's the meaning of the poem. Maybe I'm missing something. If you see a different message, please do tell.