Your fingertips graze across my skin... <br />Soft lips gently caress my warm flesh... <br />Exquisite pleasure building within... <br />A sinful lust you can't hold back... <br /> <br />Body aching to capture, release... <br />Coming together in waves of need... <br />A hectic rhythm that just won't cease... <br />Our sinful lust we can't hold back... <br /> <br />Fingers, nails, digging deep... <br />Hoarse whispers fill the air with sound... <br />In blissful escape together we weep... <br />In sinful lust we couldn't hold back... <br /> <br />Two months later, a small surprise... <br />Adding to a list of troubles... <br />One night, and a future of baby's cries... <br />It was sinful lust that ruined our lives. <br /> <br />(I feel the need to note that I do not have a child. I chose a random subject, namely sex, and this was the turn that it took. I don't really feel this way. kthx.)<br /><br />Elizabeth Sheaffer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tainted-future-ruinous-deeds/
