is like sun-drenched empathy canvassed on the back of wildflowers

I tasted sin for the first time
On lips so full of lust.
Now heaven shall not take me back

For I crave the devils touch.

soft dew-touched lips brush,
against hardened lovely lies,
like late summertime
---
outside it is dark,
with great mischief in the wind,
I wander alone,
---
a soft summer breeze,
plays lightly against warm skin,
whispering of love,