Confessional Booth On Fire

Behind that screen you are waiting to hear “My dear, please confess. Why do you fear?” My body burning and my soul bound for hell “Do hear me now, my confession’s a spell.” “I confess, I love you more than I should I confess, near you... I cannot be good I confess, for you, caution’s thrown to the wind I confess, in my mind with you I have sinned I confess, I want you with obsessive need I confess, my whole being to you I concede I confess, I want NOW to have my own way I confess, I mean to undress here today" I press naked breasts against latticed screen I want to ensnare him in this lover’s dream I hear breathing quicken; I start to shake "Oh, darling, believe me, you’re about to quake" I confess, this longing drives me insane I confess, desire burns in my vien I confess, your slave, I’ll do what you please I confess, I want to tempt you and tease I confess, your name is burned on my skin I confess, I intend your soul to win I confess, I’m willing each rule to break I confess, I’m trying your passion to wake Only now, in this room, hushed and serene Come press against me, your fantasy queen Hear my confession; purge my desire Remove this screen; give in to the fire Others are waiting to come and confess But now I’m here…hush and rip off my dress Your eyes aglow, you've been wanting to taste Throw down your robe, for I cannot be chaste." Confessional booth rocks to muted screams Flames rise from the doors from enacted dreams Later, I leave...not absolved from my sin Oh, the sweet triumph in my wicked grin Eileen Manassian Ghali