Sinner

‘It’s in the sway of her hips I can see her sins.

Like a an STD; it crawls through her blood.

Her lips cushion with a shade of sex;

A chemist perfume lingers from across the bar.

The gripping cloth leaves nothing to the imagination,

She has the men crawling to her.

 

The power she wields suits her

bad nature, that releases many sins,

What a man could do to her in his imagination.

I would let her suck the life out of me till there’s blood.

Yet she sits so far away across the bar…

Her entire being emanates confidence in her sex.

 

I overheard that she gives amazing sex,

Her ex-lover screamed that to her.

I heard she’s had it on the bar—

A hell of a woman with a church of sins.

She announces, “one day i’ll be murdered and it’ll be written in my blood;”

At least, that’s what I wish to imagine.

 

I’m told she has a strong imagination,

Especially when it comes after sex,

She’s said, “I’ve killed a man before in cold-blood,”

No one would or should believe her,

Because she seeks attention for her sins,

To avoid the eventual loneliness at the bar.

 

She hit him over the head with a crowbar—

Then dumped him in a river; leaving the rest to my imagination.

She only became more desirable as I learnt of her sins…

 

I could bury myself in her sexuality.

Slip myself into the veins, I need her,

Let me pool myself in her blood.

 

Curl me into her tainted burgundy blood;

Our eyes meet and she winks, swinging her hips as she walks towards me from across the

bar.

She’s a wild woman, but she likes to think her murder will scare her

Exes away, but the only thing holding them back is her intense imagination.

What I need from her is past the nature of sex,

We must be each others final act of sin.

 

I worship the forming clots in her silken blood;

Her final performance began, and it is beyond my imagination

 

I squeeze the foaming red, marking the leather tasseled bar,

Staining it with fluids to cover the markings of strange sex.

 

She was wild woman, she thought her murder would scare her

exes away; a hell of a woman with a church of sins’

 

By Chloe Payne

 

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