Innocent
Innocent
Lighting travels through my core, like a diving hawk to prey.
Unwittingly, I let a breathy moan escape.
To the glory of the heavens, my eyes roll up then close.
The better to feel and isolate every touch bestowed.
Loved
Cherished
Liberated
Righteous
Found in innocent yearning, a blessed gift of pleasure from God,
Only man made shame can twist this right into something wrong.
No clothing but the skin I'm in, and not needful til I'm told,
This beautiful expression of love, this fire I can hold,
Is full of dirt and shameful works and turns the fire cold.
Shivering in my guilt, I frantically, hopefully, look,
for a way to hide and warm, as in Icy shame I shook.
The fig leaf doesn't cover me as completely as I'd want,
Desperately, I spill warm blood and in fresh furs I flaunt.
Only that life flow of crimson can cover any sin,
Now, knowing shame, and feeling guilt begins.
Deformed
Perverted
Twisted
Manipulated
From the innocence of love and sweet gift of pleasure,
To dark urges made ugly, no thought for forever.
Copyright © Crystol Woods | Year Posted 2024
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