Sometimes in the cool of dawn,
When I'm alone in the comfort of my room and my mind is blank, I remember what we did and I hate myself for it.

I remember our foreplays and naughty escapades, how we touched ourselves and moaned with unholy pleasure.
I remember how you allowed me into your bosom as I sucked your pomegranates in 
Wild ecstasy.

I remember your bedevilling fingers weaving their path to my nipples and caressing them as I yearned for more of you, your staccato breaths creating rhythms to the beats of my elated pulses.


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I now regret those elations as they were gateways to hell and hell fire. 
I remember the day you allowed me to munch on your toes like some wafers.

How I licked their contours and savoured their taste. 
I remember those days and every now and then I am left vulnerable and weak. 

You knew my fetishes and served me accordingly. 
Your sumptuous meals then were a treat.
I always looked forward to them. 

But now they feel sour and bitter, they evoke nauseousness anytime i think about them. 
I should have stuck to the basics of walking In the Spirit and not fulfilling the lust of the flesh. 

We didn't know each other the way Adam knew Eve but our naughtiness was enough to attract the wiles of evil cravings every now and then. 

I'm moving on as I should and how you'll move on isn't a cup of tea I would care to sip.
I vow not to let those moments interweave with my present and keep me in bondage. 

What's happened is in the past and that's where I choose to keep it. 
I'm moving on and I'm moving on to bigger and better days.....