Your fingertips graze across my skin...
Soft lips gently caress my warm flesh...
Exquisite pleasure building within...
A sinful lust you can't hold back...
Body aching to capture, release...
Coming together in waves of need...
A hectic rhythm that just won't cease...
Our sinful lust we can't hold back...
Fingers, nails, digging deep...
Hoarse whispers fill the air with sound...
In blissful escape together we weep...
In sinful lust we couldn't hold back...
Two months later, a small surprise...
Adding to a list of troubles...
One night, and a future of baby's cries...
It was sinful lust that ruined our lives.
(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.)
An epic poem Elizabeth, your child will always know desire, the desire to be wanted, to have tasted the needs of two human beings, bring them into this world knowing love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i enjoyed the poem until i got to the end and you basically say your child ruined your lives... let me just say that not all of us become pregnant by planning it but either way a child is a blessing and not a curse that ruins lives all i can say is if you feel that way maybe being a parent is'nt the right thing for you