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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