is it really so sinful
to embrace this desire
this zealous fire that burns
brighter than ire dyed
in wholesome weavings
craving your touch
the much seeding sighs
that rise from your lips
as kneeling I kiss
your trembling thighs
release me from wrong
in this sensual song of you
youthful and alluring
seducing my aging soul
with your breathful moans
if this is sin then yes,
bless me with all you are
so far from this banal me
who clings to your arms
your breasts your soul
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Beautiful poetry for love by a talented writer.
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Heartfelt words shared my friend. If sin is wrong. Maybe wrong is right sometimes. Outstanding poetry.
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Exactly how I felt composing this, John. Thank you.
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A amazing poem and you are welcome my friend.
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Agree with the above comments… so artfully beautiful.
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Thank you so much, my dear.
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this is all (poem and life) entirely right, George.
-David
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Thank you, my friend.
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Very much appreciated. Thank you.
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Always a pleasure to read and share great posts with followers, My Friend!! Have a great day!
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“who clings to your arms
your breasts your soul”
I love the concise and expressive stanzas that weave together to craft this story. Posing it as a question leaves room for thought! Enjoyment is not a sin except to those who are living instead of living life.
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Very well said, Jaya. I like that.
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Just gorgeous.
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Cheers, Allison.
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