Sinners
Come let us sin together. Take off your clothes — no, let me help you do that. Yes…you are scared, I can tell. Your heavy breathing is not anxiety, it’s beauty; the beauty of sin. No, I am not nervous. But I am a sinner and sinners lie; so…again, I am not nervous.
I plant one kiss on your forehead; then another on the nape of your neck. Two more kisses on your cheek. Yes, we both know what my lips are looking for; but where’s the fun in that. A quick sin is like a quick meal when starving: helps quell the urge, but does nothing for the hunger. I enjoy the tease. You are breathing more heavily now; it is obvious, you enjoy it too.
Yes, I found it finally, that soft spot. No, do not hold back — scream if you want; we are sinners, let’s not hide from our nature. I know you feel the burning urge within you. I do too. But I hide my satisfaction well. But don’t hide yours; we’ve come too far as sinners to lie about this glorious feeling now.
Is it okay if I kiss you down there? I only ask that in my thoughts. There is no permission in sinning — just mutual compromise at the beauty that flows through our bodies. I gaze at your naked body and see an ethereal beauty. They say the devil is the father of all sinners. I say the devil is a jealous step-dad, as you could only have been the creation of the one whose commandment we disobey.
One more kiss on your navel; then another and another. You smile and then giggle. Oh, I forgot…that part of your body always feels ticklish. I look up at you and smile. If we weren’t sinning you would have told me to stop. But in sin there are no rules; I kiss your navel once again just to hear you giggle childishly. It makes me smile knowing that we are in this together -sinners in love.
“I love you” you whisper into my ears, your breath deep as you kiss my earlobes. I smile and say nothing in response. I go deeper and you moan louder, your fingers biting into my flesh; the painful adrenaline pushing me to passions unbounded. It is pure bliss in both our senses; moans and groan and then again you repeat the words “I love you”.
We are sinners; and sinners are liars. So I repeat the words back to you as we enjoy this sinning together; our labored breathing, an obvious sign that we shall live to sin another day
