Sin In Innocence

Moon hangs high and white coats the earth, breathe in and out. Frozen air in my lungs; his touch hurts. Racing thoughts hurry in a blur. Warm hands on my back, then run up to my hair. Hot lips press against my frozen face. He kisses me; my first. Now I know sin's taste. "Do you trust me"? No, but what will they think? What do they see? Pain in my pelvis; hot breath in my face. But this can't be it! Regret in eyes; pain in my heart. On the bed, how I cried. I wish for a second chance; and pray to god to forgive my first sin in Innocence.