I walk into the room

Only to be greeted by your lonesome

The darkness of the room collides with the lightness of you heart

Which is beaming through the infant forrest seen through your window

Accompanied by the faint gospel music that stall my drive for a second

But I still lay on top of the same covers you lay underneath

The taste of sin is so sweet as it lingers on the tip

Of my fingers that is

But my left ear lays submerged in the comfort of you bossom

Leaving my right to endure the struggle of my conscience

Overwhelmed by the breeze of the deep passionate breaths mixed with the hallelujahs, sopranos, organs, and hymns

The struggles within, I think to myself

Your skin so irresistable

So much so, I disregard my case of guilt

And pull the covers over myself

In a split second my lips meet yours for an eternity

My body meets yours physically

At the moment I learned the metaphysics of our metaphorical relationship was just of the essence

Time is the key I said