My Sin

What is a sin?
Under whose authority they determined right from wrong?
How can the same love given by the gods be dammed?
When in loving you, I found the elixir of life
You are my desire...
Without you I cannot survive.
 
You are my temptation and my sin
"I need you by my side"
I hear myself shout and scream
But can you hear me? 
Or are my pleas falling on deaf ears.

I desire your gaze upon me
Your touch all over my body
Your kiss satiating the thirst within
Briefly stopping my volcano from erupting.

I dream to have you melt within my embrace
I ache to let you in, unravelling all my secrets
I want to show you my hidden passions
And let you experience my desires

You are so far yet your memory is always near
I long to kiss your sweet lips and make you mine
Feeling the heat of your body against mine
Tasting your cooling waters
Until two become one

The world condemns my desire for you
I do not care nor feel shame
I am the gentle sinner 
And you are the light-bringer

From you I have nothing to hide
To you I am an open book
My free will I exercise 
For you are the woman I want

Let me see myself through your eyes
Let our bodies and spirits unite
I want to show you a different existence
Take your time, I am persistent

They want me to stay away 
Yet my mind and body for you ache
I choose to leave fear behind 
So I may sin with you one more time

I have for you an indecent proposal
Let me love you
Let me satisfy every carnal desire
Let me light the fire between your legs
Releasing my fervor through pent up sweat

With each thrust and each kiss 
I renew my commitment to this bliss 
I am your lover 
You are my muse
And with you I want to sin. 

Sofia E. Falcone
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By Sofia Falcone

I believe, with quiet fervor, that one soul can shift the course of many. I write not from abstraction, but from the raw immediacy of lived experience and learned studies - from the labyrinth of my own challenges, triumphs, questions and awakenings. In offering the contours of my inner world, I hope to awaken in others a remembrance of their own power, their own unclaimed wholeness.

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