HIS TOUCH MY BIGGEST SIN

Can you hear the gentle, whispering tree’s
Dancing in the cold and hard august breeze
Much like the sound of your voice in my head
Thinking of things that you have often said

Whispering sounds that bring chills to my spine
Not of the lonely, ugly or meaningless kind
More of the kind that brings fire to my soul
As your hand gently caress my wanting bodies mold_
Every inch of me, you so warmly touch with tender
I admire each part of you, so beautiful and slender
Passion the grows into one wild, burning fire,
Being with you at this moment is my only hearts desire

Breathing each breath with you the ultimate pleasure,
Knowing my salvation is hanging on by a tether
One more touch and I think this fire would surely burst
Every part of you, my soul, body so desperately thirsts.

Giving in being the ultimate bonding and soul satisfaction
Realizing for a moment my salvation was being distracted
Love and desire and passion for you is so deeply true
There comes a time when for this action a consequence is due

Your heart, body, soul, eyes, ears, mouth, I want it all
Why is it so hard to, from all these actions, myself to stall
Much like the sounds of the august breeze through the trees
I ponder on my actions, access what I’ve done, and freeze.