My Skin, In Sin, Desire, Defiled
The sun kisses my skin.
My morning begins in sin.
Awoken from false desire.
Do not let my soul be defiled.
The hot water soothes my skin.
And I touch myself in sin.
Shaken by raw desire.
Don't let my thoughts be defiled.
The chilly air kisses my skin.
My work day begins in sin.
Not going at all is my desire.
Do not let my livelihood be defiled.
Poisonous affection kisses my skin.
My evening ends in sin.
Heartbroken by doomed desire.
I let my feelings be defiled.
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2018
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