Original Sin.

On bended knee, I seek contrition for my carnal sins, 
grant me a private audience  
so I can seduce you with my confession;
help me undress from my suffering.  

Let my pain be your pleasure, whip me into shape 
then join me with your hands in prayer, 
as I bow my head further in submission, 
seeking recompense, I refuse to come up for air.  

Shine your light down on me from above,
and bless me with a kiss;
release me like the dove,
then free me from my abyss.  

Crucify me with your caress, 
liberate my spirit with each calculated touch.
My name waits in vain to be the only one that you address;
just do not dismiss me, I yearned for so long to be judged.  

Satiate my hunger with your body made of bread, 
feed me, nourish me and tease me, sending me to purgatory like the dead.  
Drown me in your blood red wine dyeing my blind faith in the process, 
I turned down a life of luxury in the hopes I would catch your attention and impress.  

Mea culpa, forgive me father for I have mercilessly sinned, 
punish me accordingly, like you are Cain and I am your twin.  
Brand me with a scarlet letter, make an example of me for succumbing to temptation, 
I will take it all in stride for it was worth the eternal damnation.  

In the garden of good and evil, neither prevailed, both lost,
as I chose to pay the cost, to seduce my boss.  
No burning bush could save me now as I have surrendered to desire, 
your heavenly heat toys with me, filling my entire being with fire.  

Immaculate conception love that has given my heart direction, 
you have rescued me from myself, I have been resurrected.

Natural.

Your skin against my own as soft as winter's first sweet snow, the heat from your thighs like the sun that warms the summer and its skies, your finger tips like thunder, electrically charged and filled with wonder, your fragrant breath like a spring breeze when caressing the nape of my neck.  Eyes golden brown and deep, radiant from within, kisses from velvet lips that sensually seduce me like sins, hands that fall like autumn leaves adding colour to me from the inside out, I turn bright, crimson red as my body rewards you with goosebumps and you become the leader to my boy scout.  Like a seasoned lover, you are patient as your crops await my rain, not a drop of me is wasted until I circle your drain.  Passion was once as unclear to me as a sky covered in pollution, unbeknownst to me was that your love was the solution.  Clouded no more, I see the light shining from the Heavens right into you then into me, like spring does to the cherry tree, you have made me blossom and then magically set me free.        

Cocky.

Collecting dust, and forgotten high upon a shelf

I hear your cries of desperation as you call for help

You were once a coveted prize, the object of desire for all

Until you met your demise like all possessions, then began your fall

No longer new nor slightly used, you were not even last season

Not an antique, just weak, the flavours of the week even viewed you as excretion

Bargain bin beautiful priced for much less than you cost to make

You whimper, indignant that you were authentic yet being treated like a fake

There must be a way to regain their love, you thought arrogantly from your final resting place.

Perhaps I'll be seen as unique again, if I just put on my best face.

Adorned in a vibrant smile from cheek to cheek

You convinced yourself that you were a chic

Many admirers passed you, fingering you for nostalgia's sake

Then returning you to your dusty shelf, leaving you for someone else to take

Such is the fate of those that forget their roots for temporary fame

They will be abandoned too, for survival of the fittest is not just anybody's game

When your ego grows too big for your own head,

Count your blessings, choosing to be confident instead

Cockiness will get you nowhere other than in biased history books

No longer desired but despised, not even coveted by crooks