Sinner's Sins

Sat atop a pedestal,

                                  Eyes roam below.

Relishing in warmth of snow,

                                      A dream not his to behold

Eyes alight with starred delight,

                 Scent and aroma of warmth embraced.

Love kissed the air of there,

               A cowl to suffocate seduced his escapes.

Choice never his to make alone,

             s of sinner's sins never foretold.

But nights like these,

                                    Illicit a desire deep.

Wish to feel,

                    To breathe,

                                        To murmur,

Gnawed his sanity's reins

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