Absolution comes to those who regret.
And my sins of lust I do not recant.
I have taken this holy body in my mind's eye.
I have smelled her sweat.
Tasted her sweet...
Felt the smooth silk of her bare body against mine.
Winced against pearly teeth dug into my neck.
Traced every guilty curve.
Loved every warm, moist kiss.
Desired every fleeting, escaping moment.
Like the sands of my youth held desperately in my hand.
Absolution comes in the form of an explosion.
Benevolent flashes of light at first,
trailed closely by that sinking feeling.
You know the one.
When your humanity fell through your feet.
Your sensibility engulfed, discarded,
You can't reach the ceiling,
but the floor will gladly embrace you.
Then, for a few seconds
a few blissful moments,
nothing matters.
No gods to judge you.
No loves to reject you.
No wardens of mortality bearing down on you
with all the speed and fervor of a rushing, blooded bull.
Just that empty eternity in a moment.
Found only in dreams of the unrepentant lust.
