Penitence
Poetically I'm in my feelings,
Wanting to be chastised by you.
The scars left behind,
signed by you.
Fingernails and lip prints
Moans barely audible;
whispers of you.
Cream, and for
ovation
ingredients of you.
My sin needs your
religion.
I'd follow you.
Saving grace
lying in wait
to taste
the undoing of your fate
embraced by your
out stretched arms
Entirely forgiven
for all things I'm
about to do to you
the repetitive
nature
in which you say
Amen; softly
then loud.
You make heaven proud.
Copyright © Ts Lewis | Year Posted 2017
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