It Was Warm

That breath warm against my tense yielding skin.

My neck tingles in anticipation.

My mind and soul hot with obvious sin.

They watch me be filled with degradation.

Lips soft like mine touched me in slow motion.

My lips in turn responded with same passion.

Am I under some kind of spell or potion?

To rebel against God in rude fashion?

I felt those judgmental oppressive eyes.

Stuck to me as I lay in humid lust.

The bodies of whom under “caring” guise.

Mixing brash words with so called “love” is just?

I wake from the tryst with calm and relief.

No dream had bested the outward belief.