Oh
the wretched guilt
for summoning
the touch
of the stranger with dark eyes
the dangerous angel
the beautiful distraction from reality
*
Soaking wet from first glance
I let him,
in the hands
of his dark sanctuary,
undress my conscience
leave his marks of love
upon my nakedness
tie my thoughts
with silk chains of hot restraint
burrow into my soul’s depths
pound out what needed release
strip everything from me
offering in return
more than my mind
understood
exactly what my body
craved
*
I felt pure as sin
alive for the first time
a blooming, cryptic bud
in his wild, wicked garden of lust
*
This secreted story
of forbidden appetence
left me
a sinner
sated as never before
guilty of pure pleasure
damned by Satan’s sexual lure
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©MidwestFantasy
05/25/2018
Ph-Pinerest
poetry copyright neha 2019 and image borrowed from sue vincent 
The Reluctant Poet 