Unforgivable Poem by Osaya Evbuomwan

In the heat of the moment,
wild passions flare.
Tongues, teeth and finger tips,
aching to touch and share.

Invisible boundaries designed,
to quell this heat with a shiver and a chill.
Anticipation the red flame,
that melts an iron will.

Passions born of hell,
yet known to God as pleasure.
Finger tips burn skin,
while touching lighter than a feather.

A dance in near darkness,
awakes once more this passion.
Erotic this crucifixion,
outdated by modern fashion.

The world slips away,
as we dance in the fire.
Lips touching skin,
animalistic this desire.

The tempo grows quicker,
hips interlocked not breaking.
Hearts pound, brain whirls
at this risk we are taking.

The CD a rumble,
like distant thunder.
Passion riding the storm,
of this spell I'm under.

Lips along jawlines,
passion threatens to burn us.
Forged far below,
in Hades' own furnace.

Lips brushing lips,
searing the flesh.
Bodies interlocked,
as to the music we mesh.

The beat so steady,
unyielding and strong.
Fuel to this fire,
as it hurls us along.

so real, her soul i feel
the emotion so strong, as we move
unforgivably into the dawn

In The heat of the Moment
the Luv that we share
it comes, it goes, it's so unbearable
I sit and watch her sleep and say
she's so damn unforgivable
as i move next to her to lay

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