Eileen Manassian Poet Rhyme

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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Honestly J.T. October 9, 2013 at 11:30 PM Wow... smokin' hot. Love the passion. You, my dear, have been to the mountain top and have seen the promised land. Awesome poem Eileen Manassian October 10, 2013 at 12:25 PM :) What a sweet post, Justice! Thanks ever so much! Hugs!

Delysia Hendricks October 5, 2013 at 10:10 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 :-) Eileen Manassian October 5, 2013 at 5:38 PM :) 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!

Richard D Seal October 4, 2013 at 3:48 PM Pleased to see this one back on you wicked lady lol, even watered down it's still a sensational write. Take care, Richard Eileen Manassian October 5, 2013 at 5:39 PM 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..........

Richard Lamoureux October 4, 2013 at 8:02 AM Wow, this is definately hot! Eileen Manassian October 5, 2013 at 5:37 PM Yea...changed two lines...added one word....subtle changes, but it fit my need to be a little more sensitive....AS IF. Richard Lamoureux October 5, 2013 at 9:08 AM It doesn't feel watered down. Eileen Manassian October 4, 2013 at 12:39 PM 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.

Ken Carroll October 3, 2013 at 10:15 PM Hi Eileen, A passionate write..I liked this one.. Ken Eileen Manassian October 4, 2013 at 12:41 PM 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! :)