Sin Through the Taste of Ecstasies
May I touch that what is forbidden;
That that is not mind, but to another?
Like the falling leaves of autumn
Blown away before sleeping.
Taste of the illicit love
Temptation surround
Like the fallen rain
Thrust upon my mouth
As the voice echo.
Look at what is not mind,
Expectation that weren't met.
Like a stone thrown across the pond
A reign to my feelings.
Dragged through the flow
Of the running water of the river,
Then deep into the soil
To quench the thirst
Of warm milk of the breast.
Sin through the taste of ecstasies.
6/27/2020
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2020
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