Sweet Sin

By M. Jay Mansfield

Whispers of sins yet performed.
Miracles left to rot in the shade of forever.
Touches so gentle they must be evil.
Kisses that forever burn the giver.

Toils of wars sweet flowers..
Brushing my lovers hair..
Gently breathing in her power.
Brutally capture by her sweet air.

These are the wages of my sins.
Forever bound in her gaze..
I can't even beg for it to end.
I am hers in everyway..

Battles have left me open ..
My heart and soul laid wide.
Her sweet infection setting in..
In bliss I breathe her in to die.

A thousand sweet sweet deaths are mine.
Crest of life before us grows..
Each sweet kiss, each long held sin.
The sweetest pain I'll ever know.

Your sister's touch ..
Her kiss it lingered.
Not at all what I thought..
Deep inside me burned..

I would live it again...
Not a moments thought.
The pain and misgivings.
Worth every touch that was brought.

Not a thing was asked for.
Not a price was paid.
Her against me.
Wrapped deep in my dream.

So I say my prayer, and drift off to sleep.
Praying I can continue this sin..
I never knew how it could feel..
Praying her love is still deep within..

Fire that consumes me.
What would she do..
What does she think of me.
If she only knew...

Dreams are they dreams???.
Realities break.
What does it mean?
What will it take.

So I lay down in my sweet sin.
I rest gently in my grave.
I wait for her to come in.
I'm happily love's slave..

©10-27-03 MJMansfield