The Confession Poem by bright benson

he watched as the smile glowed on her face
'the priest must have filled her with grace'
now it's his turn, his chance, his session
so its time to make his confession

'speak young man, God is ever merciful'
'be bold, confess your sins in its multiple'
he took a deep breathe, forsook all his doubt
the heaviness in his heart came out his mouth

said he 'i vowed from cradle to be pure'
'to serve God, learn to love him more'
'i have sinned but i don't feel guilty'
'my soul is stained, yet i love the filth'

'a beauty, a maiden is my desire'
'met her at a club, a woman to admire'
'she said the consequences of our action is a game'
'she seduced me, but never told me her name'

'her eyes are enchanting, pure with sparkles'
'her lips are well cut, send shivers to my ankles'
'her body is a painters' delight'
'her touch is comely, breaks down my will to fight'

'the taste of her lips, her body against mine'
'the hunger, the making of love define'
'the moans and the touch, the feelings so true'
'in an instance, my world turn misty blue'

'she left early, before the break of dawn'
'i awoke and the damsel was gone'
'no contact, no number, i didn't see her again'
'my heart breaks yet i feel no pain'

'tell me father, and tell even more'
'she must be an angel, i let in through my door'
'if am wrong or misled, i am but a child'
he stopped talking, waited till the priest replied

said the priest 'I've heard you young man'
'you re forgiven, your plight i understand'
'if the maiden remains your obsession'
'then please return here for another confession'