Church girls secret

Struggling for the control over my own body
I wrap myself in colors of dark dismay
“My body is my temple”
Right?!
I mean that’s what my father and the preachers
Say but if only they knew how the
Curiosity eats at me
Every time i watch you walk by
Oh god how they would burn
Of shame
So I remain close to the wall
Biting my tongue
Trying to feel the reminder
Of a one night sin
But only seeing the pleasure
Of last night’s secret
In front of me
Long limbs
Tied down
Hair pulled
It was rough passion
In the making
Opening my eyes
I wrap my fingers
Around the cross that
Lays heavy against my skin
Praying that this time
Ill  be  willing