THE GUILT
They
say the Devil’s whisper is like a honeycomb,
Sweet,
fragile and flowing to the bone;
I
was lost in the world without the morals of a home;
Deceitful,
neglectful, like a song without a tone
I
could cuddle my darkened thoughts like the tip of a mirage,
I
was the Devil’s workshop, the workings of his garage.
I
played the role of an antagonist fast;
My
thoughts were the flames of my dark cast.
Her
blood was the sanctuary of my past,
A
raging memory of my remorseful last
The
preacher preaches acceptance for those of my kind,
I
wonder what he will think about the thoughts of my mind.
She
walks in her grace, her figure in line,
Her
body was a haven; a newfound wine,
Her
lips were sunshine; they glow from the gloss;
My
heart sank deeper, I flossed.
What
would life give for the workings of my thought?
For
what I envisioned was more than I was taught.
But
if the decay in my morals was to blame,
How
come I take solace in the loneliness of shame?
I
made the step with clear intentions,
How
come I hide behind my own renditions?
My
feet held sway when I exhibited my art,
There
was no remorse, not when I played my part.
I
led her on with the venom of my word,
I
made images in her mind; her body is my reward.
Captured
her heart with the beatings of its pulse,
I
stopped time in her head when I made her pause.
But
the lady should have known the tricks of my illusion,
She
was lost in true lies, a calm delusion.
Slowly,
I told her to step out of her rag,
I
was amused by the sight of her clothes in my bag.
She
threw her innocence to the shine of my eye,
Maybe
I could not believe she was falling for my lie.
But
there when her innocence met with the dark,
I
knew she was never going back.
She
stood in her form, her bosom pointing at me,
Soft,
rounded like perfection should be.
Her
body flowed like the current of the sea,
Her
radiance was like nothing I could see.
My
body quivered as she jiggled her rear,
It
was rounded and firm, I could only stare.
She
moved to my arms, she gave a gentle touch,
She
stroked my member; it ignited like a torch.
Her
lips reached forth for the tip of its growth
Her
softness pushed my body and spirit both.
She
pressed her bosom against mine,
If
you ever knew, it felt so fine.
I
kissed her bosom, it felt so sweet.
I
liked the taste of salt on its tip
I
touched her funhouse and she felt the heat,
She
moved like a wind on its trip
Slowly
she parted her thighs for my gain
And
lust came showering like rain.
I
pushed forth, her tightness held me strong,
Pulling
back a drizzle of blood came along.
Her
eyes were done with the pain, she urged me on,
I
swayed with the sight of her eyes still on.
The
thrust got deeper as she held on tight,
Pleasure
captured us in all its might.
Moans
met groans, ecstasies’ delight
We
were lost in our nakedness, out of the light,
Thrills
met passion, we were out of sight.
Locked
in our bodies we lay side by side,
My
height comes like a raging tide,
I
was done; so I humbly lied.
But
now my mind is lost in shame,
How
could I have soiled my name?
I
gave the earth’s morals the blame
But
really was I not lost in my game?
I
feel lost and out of space,
I
really do not belong in this place.
I
looked at her and she disgusted me,
The
glow in her countenance was gone.
Where
could her sweetness be?
It
was lost in the memory we had alone.
My
feelings have been altered, she becomes an object,
A
certain release of my dark subject.
This
guilt that imprisons my soul
Dark
as the empty night, this hole
I
carry its uncanny weight all day
Counting
the cost of all pleasure against my guilt.
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