Darkest
desires
I'm attracted to the wrong
every time.
It's those moments when I
wonder what is good
and what is bad when my desires are clear and vices are
near.
Sigh!
I know I would lose the
love I have for myself
if I let those wrong hands touch my forbidden
place.
God! How I want to!
That's the thing about
desires, the darkest of it is the strongest,
and comes with the most powerful
regret in the post scenarios.
How can I follow such a
darkened path when I never do regrets?
And yet, I do. Desires
don't seek for a logical, reasonable thinking either.
I'm pure and untouched, yet
touched by countless desires from men.
I don't know what would
that make me? A sinner? An impure?
Huh
I'm standing in between the
white as a virgin side
and the dark as a damsel path,
with the bridge obscuring
perfectly between the good and the bad.
“Touch me”, I say.
And he does.. Perfectly and
imperfectly
but somehow meets my need
- and quenches the heartfelt thirst for
that sinful, warm touch.
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