Sin
What is meant to be will simply be.
what once was will be forever forgotten.
And what is will be a distant memory.
The tasted sin wishes to be tasted once more,
but cares only for the flesh.
The moans echoes and ripples through the body of the willing,
never realizing that this moment will be etched into the heart but this moment alone.
The arch the back, the pull towards, the thrust forwards,
and the ecstasy drives to legalize insanity.
A kiss, a whisper of lust breathing warm air down your neck,
nibbling your lower lip as the hands of passion cascade down your chest.
The lessons taught is to give pleasures of the night,
never to receive satisfaction of knowing the next day.
A beautiful lie, an unforgivable sin.
Yet...
An irresistible desire to taste that sin again.
To touch your skin,
your body to be pressed up against mine, forever intertwined.
Please...
Let me taste my sin again.
