You, my savior sheathed in velvet plume,
This is my first vision of true perfection.
Yet, I continued to deny myself your touch,
the graze of my lips against yours,
this absolute pleasure denied.
My mind set, unwavering,
on a blood soaked nightmare that I wished so to end.
Never did I succumb to passion,
never did I see the purity of your unending sin.
Now you glut yourself on my innocence,
ravishing this physical form which will inevitably fade to dust.
Nothing, not the moon on a string,
nor every star dancing in my palm could surpass this sin,
this perfect crime against God.
I relish every moment, now burned into my mind.
Our perfect union, fleeting.
Eternal.
A romantic submission by Jesika from .
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