Seventh Deadly Sin

My hands hide my face
Lecherous, hot nostalgia
Surges through again

Your hand in my own
Fingers tantalizing skin
Breath warm against it

Pressing into me
Your eyes wandering freely
Across pale prospect

Lips flush against mine
Hungrily asking for more
I whisper your name

Your hands grip my hair
Desperate, I try to forget
This wrong choice we've made

Your deep eyes gazing
Intensely into my own
Scorching through my soul

Looking back at you
I'm gazing into the sun
Yet can't look away

Mouth against my neck
Leaving a trail of hot flames
On sensitive skin

Backed into the wall
The guilt persists to torment
God, what have we done?

Trailing down my chest
Your fingers trace a fire
That scorches to bone

Pressing close to me
You moan out in ecstasy
The sound makes me shake

The memory stays
As I tremble in the dark
I know this will fail

Yet, still I went through
Though I knew it was so wrong
Unable to stop

The sin has been done
It shall never be erased
Though I wish it so