Passion

The celibate gem didn't dare to release a breath As the mans hot breath made the hairs on her neck rise His large brutish hands held her stomach tenderly As he planted the first forbidden kiss on her neck An inner intense heat rose up inside her like a fire Kindled by the slit eyed snake of Eden Tempted she was by an animal desire She let herself relax in the eyes of the demon charmer As she stood there naked, no barrier like Faust His rough, common hands carresed the silken cloth of her flesh She looked down at her robes, then away in disgust At herself, as they were the cloth of the Lord The common tounge, literally, kindled the fire again She was mocking her faith in the name of desire Theirs lips met awkwardly, no time for explaining She she a nun? or simply a whore in Lust, in sake of mistrust, she closed Her eyes. Liquid emotion filled them swiftly She layed back roped in, in the hands of the demon Charmer? Hardly, but this feeling can't be in ration A nun by day, but now pulled to lust and passion