(Im)Purity

“Oh Lord, help me to be pure, but not yet.”
– Saint Augustine
No, not yet, not today
Today I want to take you in my arms
plant kisses of fire
on your neck and belly
I want to lift your dress
right here in the hallway
let my hands seek pleasure
I want to press you against the wall
explore your body
with lips and tongue
I want to take you here
now, to hell with the world
no expectation of tomorrows
I want to turn you around
pull you tight against me
my breath on your neck
I want to tell you how it feels
hear the sounds of passion
driving me on
I want this moment to last
to exist outside of time and space
all we’ve ever known
I want to freeze here
in passions flame
locked in your embrace
an eternity of surrender
I can be pure tomorrow
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