forgive me, Father, for i have sinned.

it all started with dinner, some wine.
at the end of the night, i asked him in.

then, i let him kiss me until
i felt that tickle down below
spread across the plain of my belly
reach down and wobble my knees
toss a knot up in my throat
grip my heart with warm, fat fingers.

you see, Father, i just couldn't stop.
couldn't resist.
we stood at the foot of the bed,
hands travelling over bodies
mapping the terrain,
memorizing every inch, scar, mole.

hot skin trembled against
hot skin
a nibble on the shoulder,
manly hand skimming smooth back,
pausing to trace fingers over tattoo,
one muscled arm
wrapped around my naked waist,
the other outstretched to
support us as he eased me onto the bed.

i can't forget the
flicker of candles, the smell of his neck,
how he felt in my arms and wrapped in my legs;
i think that bits of the ceiling fell on us.

i see now that i've gone too far
said too much
is it hot in here?
i'm sorry to have burdened you so, Father.
i'm certain my penance will be harsh.
i am prepared.
hello?