First Sin

It has become really a burden
If this is a mistake, please pardon;
I worship you in my own alter;
Lust for you in my shelter
Let me be flooded in your
Warm, soft, wet rain showers
And to become a never-ending river love
My thirsting lips are eager to taste away
the sweat that drops down
from your open  breast
It will stain my dried skin
making my first sin
A lifetime of pledge and promise
to be mutually, together shared
with the one you have chosen.
Two beings become one,
To shred us  away from each other
would bring pain and torment,
Perhaps....death.
A pour of soreness
has ripped through
my body.
I have been torn.
I have been tortured.
I smell my own  death.
Make my heart to break
against your bones
deafen me with
Your moans and cries
to fulfill my first sin.

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI