And Closer Still

And Closer Still

A tear. Another one.

... Trickled down my cheek into your palm,
the sin, we once again commit,
when once again, we meet.

Thy pale eyelids, fluttered close,
while your fingers, playing symphonies,
on the fairest skin... the melodies.

Soothing whispers were heard,
telling tales, leading,
lips craving for the once felt... needing.

But the defilement was long lost
forgotten and denied,
washed away by a virgin tear... purified.

A scream. Another one, then silence.