I had turned my back to him, facing the wall, my thoughts all a jumble.
I knew I was being selfish, wanting him all to myself--my first sin.
Greed swam its way through my blood, making it's home in my bones,
whispering its wantings in my ears, demanding I take what is mine.
My hands tingled with the wanting, I turned back around.
"I do so apologize, for I should have realized.
You have a place, a whole life waiting for thou over there.
What life have I here with mine own self?
But a life full of waiting, waiting, waiting.
Always waiting!
And for what?
For thou to make his sudden appearance in the nigh?
Nay, don't listen to a thing that I say.
I speak from thine own hurt, thine own annoyance.
I had simply meant to apologize for wanting you so."
He stood there, watching me, ever so still, listening.
My body began shaking, as more words I wanted to say,
begged for a way out, jumbled its way into my mouth.
I swallowed down these words and forced out a smile.
Before a word could slip past his lovely lips, I closed the
gap that held us apart, with a few foot-steps, kissed him.
That first kiss of the night,
led us to my second sin I'd commit that night.
Lust! Oh,
the lust that burned its way across the length of my body,
setting fire to the places where his hands caressed,
his lips touched.
I shivered, not from the cold,
but from having to hold back,
from taking him right then,
from speeding up the love-making,
I just wanted him inside me in that moment,
he wanted to take his time.
Drink in the sight of my naked body,
sending his hands slowly over my body,
keeping in his memory,
for use in the late nights when he is alone.
Finally!
Oh, so finally, he had obeyed my silent pleas.
He was soon inside me,
his movements so lustful, so wanting.
The sound of our skin-on-skin danced echoed off the stone walls,
oh, how I wanted not this moment to pass,
never, never.
My cries flew from my parted lips,
like a bird just beginning to fly,
falling down low, to hit a thermal in the wind,
lifted up, higher, higher.
Is this what it would have been like to fly?
Soon, I felt as if I was out of my body,
out of my mind, everything forgotten.
The only one thing that mattered,
him, him, him and the pleasure he's given.
He's reached his one climax,
as I've lost count to the many I've reached.
With a few more last thrusts
and a moan of final pleasure, he laid upon me.
The weight of his body,
my favorite feeling, his sweat causing him to stick to me.
I hadn't a care then, his sweat,
my sweat, the soaked bedding beneath us.
