Here I sat in a dimly litted room reading ink inscribed smelling sex in your voice like perfume
“Come to bed”, is the call that she presumed, “come to bed, you need rest, you work tomorrow I assume.” “Im busy” That was my response to her cue. I was reading scriptures translated from the tongue of hebrew. Reading Scriptures about Trees with knowledge of good and evil. So what path would I decide? upon her recurrant appeasel, to come to bed, Instead I resisted, and read and read, about a sovreignty issue and about speaking serpents and men now dead, and I thought to myself about what the serpent said, And how he ate the fruit when with her like he did, and then I hear her again lustfully cry, “please come to bed”. So I close my book and came to bed, the days reading still being freshly lost from inside my head as I laid my eyes upon her luscious naked flesh. Her full kissable lips. Her breasts so soft and perfectly perked. Her thighs so juicy and slightly open, I began to undress slowly, losing whatever divine proclamations I had gained, whatever prophecies I beheld, whatever consequence for the sin that now lay before me on my bed. I slid beside her reluctant to press myself against her. She said “Whats wrong?” I didnt respond. “She said come here” I didnt take to long to start to kiss her gently on her neck then down her back and the whole time firmly rubbing my fingertips over her breast, her only hard feature were the nipples on her chest, everything else was soft as i slipped in myself between her vast ocean until I sank deep inside and her voice woul start floating, “Oh” is what she said, encouragement for me to start the stroking, And I started tame and then harder yet smoothly, yet deeper, until she started to entreat to me to not stop, And her moved her body to my will, to positions until she could not hold in, nor could I, the deep unfathomable excursion which we held deep inside, the formula for babies, the seed and fruit of lives, I gave it to her all over her, While I looked into her eyes, then it all came back and I rolled over to my side, and balled up tightly, she was confused, and so was I, It was guilt and shame and it swept in like a tide, Shame… Whos to blame? Adam? Adam said “we were naked so we hid” God said “Who told you you were naked?” I guess I am todays Adam, so fresh and full of sin, and tommorrow it will happen all again.
I wrote this the morning after while I sat in work thinking about the things that happened yesterday night
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