Forgive me father for I have sinned.
My soul has found unadulterated delight
in shapely form of my transgressions.
Try to understand that my flesh
knows no bounds in the presence
of my greatest desire.
My fingers were crossed
but hers were raw and tainted;
and found no bounds on my skin.
Father, her dark irises held the neon red lights
of my chamber. She studied
my lips with hers, the taste of apple on her tongue.
And I so eager to taste this succenlent fruit
of beauty fell for it.
Father, cleanse me-
Wash my skin from the colors of her sins.
Wipe the sounds that drunken the lids of my eyes.
And Father, reap my soul from the harlot.
For she, like many, has lured me
into believing her silky kisses
of retribution
were the things I desired
to hear my skin sigh.
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my laptop got wrecked so slow updates ig. sighsigh.
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