December 24, 2015
2:37 am
(Poetry Challenge)
Sins of You
I stare in the face of envy as the breeze rushes against your beauty
My lust can no longer be concealed
As sweat beads appears
beneath my lip
Greed somehow
invades my insatiatiable hunger of you
Wiping the tender morning dew of gluttony
From my palate
While sloth captures my Grandiose pride
Leaving my emotional solace
Erupting with la douleur exquise
Knowing the wrath in my soul
Masquerades between the clouds
Hiding the truth from my heart
While I bathe In the sins
Of you
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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