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Confessional Booth on FIRE

Eileen Manassian Avatar Eileen Manassian - Premium MemberPremium Member Send Soup Mail Go to Poets Blog Block poet from commenting on your poetry

Below is the poem entitled Confessional Booth on FIRE which was written by poet Eileen Manassian. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

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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

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  1. Date: 3/21/2014 1:47:00 PM
    : D ... when you say "robe" and "confessional booth" .... you mean ... I mean ... you ... and the poor priest ... oh! Heavens! It's a miracle! : D I love this one, it's both sensual and humorous. Great!

    O. Avatar Ruben O.
    Date: 3/21/2014 2:51:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Not offensive at all! : D
    Manassian Avatar Eileen Manassian
    Date: 3/21/2014 1:51:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Ruben...it was for the contest: what you would say in a confessional booth. I went for the shocking....Hope it wasn't too much. I removed it frim the contest not to be offensive but decided to let it see the light of day as a poem...
  1. Date: 10/9/2013 11:30:00 PM
    Wow... smokin' hot. Love the passion. You, my dear, have been to the mountain top and have seen the promised land. Awesome poem

    Manassian Avatar Eileen Manassian
    Date: 10/10/2013 12:25:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    :) What a sweet post, Justice! Thanks ever so much! Hugs!
  1. Date: 10/5/2013 10:10:00 AM
    I recognize this one from a while back. You have me afire now. You go, Queen of Passion!! I like, I like, I like. Hey, have a good weekend, poetess friend. Hugs, Licia :-)

    Manassian Avatar Eileen Manassian
    Date: 10/5/2013 5:38:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    :) Well, I see I haven't gotten too many comments on this, so....possibly not many LIKE LIKE LIKE...but then again....I like, so.....I guess that should do! Thank YOU for liking! :) That also means a great deal! hugs!
  1. Date: 10/4/2013 3:48:00 PM
    Pleased to see this one back on you wicked lady lol, even watered down it's still a sensational write. Take care, Richard

    Manassian Avatar Eileen Manassian
    Date: 10/5/2013 5:39:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Yes, at times I AM wicked. I stand chastised! :( Glad you like it, Mr Seal...Guess Desert Orchid doesn't fit someone who would write something like this? Hmmmmmmm...Jezebel? Delilah? Oh dear..........
  1. Date: 10/4/2013 9:14:00 AM
    Rumors about Mrs Murphy's cow starting the Chicago fire has been greatly exaggerated----I think we have found the perpetrator!

    Manassian Avatar Eileen Manassian
    Date: 10/4/2013 12:38:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    HA HA HA! :) What a sweet comment! Thanks, Craig...
  1. Date: 10/4/2013 8:02:00 AM
    Wow, this is definately hot!

    Manassian Avatar Eileen Manassian
    Date: 10/5/2013 5:37:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Yea...changed two lines...added one word....subtle changes, but it fit my need to be a little more sensitive....AS IF.
    Lamoureux Avatar Richard Lamoureux
    Date: 10/5/2013 9:08:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    It doesn't feel watered down.
    Manassian Avatar Eileen Manassian
    Date: 10/4/2013 12:39:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Well, I did water it down a LITTLE bit. Read it again and see if you can tell the difference! I do want it to be kosher, but at the same time, I want it to be passion full swing.
  1. Date: 10/3/2013 11:28:00 PM
    Dear lady, you do the feminine proud! This write is torrid fun, I enjoyed the read!!

    Manassian Avatar Eileen Manassian
    Date: 10/4/2013 12:40:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    WOW!!!! As a feminist, I do treasure your post dearly! :) Thanks ever so much! Torrid fun, eh? Well...... ;)
  1. Date: 10/3/2013 10:15:00 PM
    Hi Eileen, A passionate write..I liked this one.. Ken

    Manassian Avatar Eileen Manassian
    Date: 10/4/2013 12:41:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thanks every so much, Ken. Glad you enjoyed it. Isn't that poetry is meant to do? Bring joy? Then, this poem has served its purpose! :)