On warm nights I often think of the feel of you.
I twirl the taste of you with my tongue.
Let the memory of your touch
Caress the small of my back.
In my mind,
We are dancing to rhythms only we can hear.
Our hearts beat faster than our feet on the pavement,
Rapid melodies guide our hips around each other.
In my mind,
We love and make love.
We worship and are worshipped.
***
I caress you gently as you sleep—
Your chest softly exploding with breath—
And think of the holy sin we’ve made,
Of the soft explosions between my legs.
Unholy and unashamed.
In the morning I will go and you will stay.
The magic we’ve made will turn dark.
The sin will remain sin.
Your scent will be a stain on my body,
A perfume that won’t yet leave.
In the morning you will repent of your sins.
You will repent of me until you wish to sin again.
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