A touch. A Shiver . A gasp be said.
A laugh. A sigh. A Sin in time.
My words. My Wrongs.
The regrets I’ve made.
With a touch, a pleasure, the guilt
Is all mine.
The whispers. They Echo, in my mind.
To Stop. To Listen. To look again.
My reflection a sin, that will never wash away.
A Groan. A moan. Pleasure be mine.
The Sting, of a pleasure in my mind.
Yet done, right after.
My mind is clear.
My sins unfold.