It is said that the mind controls the body. So then that means the body does not have a mind of it's own. However, I have proven this statement false; unless I have two minds, or better yet, two heads. Two heads that don't think on one accord and the head of the flesh has proven to be more powerful than the mind. SIN/SIN A moment's gratification can be a lifetime of repentance. Sin I'm I in subjection to. The curves of the damsel is my subjugator. From the inviting beauty of her countenance, To the alluring pulchritude of structure. Her frame so splendid. Her smile of pleasant chastity. I fell in love with this dame. I wanted her for my own. But she continually rejected me, And still she turned me on. Alone, at last! The day I changed my meekly tone. Melt my lips across her delicate face Embraced her waist As she hinted my love, removed from her place. But smiled with an enchanting glow. And still rejected my request to go with the flow. And she stooped over to collect the leaf, The leaf that caused us both everlasting grief. Induced I am. Removed my heat Resting it gently between the crease of her pleats. Aghast, She jumps to a stand and smacked me on the cheek. Annoyed, I grabbed her legs and sweep her off her feet. Rested her down to experience the least of her dreams. I duck-taped her smile to cease her screams. Pinned down her strength, spreading her knees. Ripped away the sexy underwear And rubbed my nose in her kinky hair. Powered up and fully grown, I tore through her compressed walls, creating a bloody flow. She twisted and turned with powerless might Mumbling screams and "no's" Provoking my sexual appetite. Thrusting harder with vigorous speed, I whispered, " baby you know this is what I need". She became motionless and discontinued her agonizing plead. Maybe she's in dead fright Her only movement are her raining tears. Yeah dawg, she's given up the fight. As I glanced at her countenance, no longer is it full of light. Her eyes fixed firmly at the ceiling, It's like I've taken her life. I buried my head in the small of her shoulder. All of a sudden the room got a whole lot colder. And eventhough my mind is telling me, What I was doing was terribly wrong. The words of my second head was still stroking strong. And in her unwelcoming, but comforting walls, I put out my fire. Breathing loudly in her ear, as my weak body transpired. I glanced once more at her expressionless face. Her eyes still fixed at the ceiling. I kissed my pretty damsel on her face And selfishly proceeded to tell her my feelings. That truely I loved her and didn't want to hurt her in anyway. I removed the tape, And ask, "Is there anything you wish to say?" Eventhough she never spoke, The tears that ran down her face Told me of the amount of hate, She felt for me. So gently I rolled onto my feet, Dressed myself And quietly leaved. My flesh so content, But my mind full of greif. A moment's gratification is a lifetime of repentance. Sin I'm I subjected to. The curves of the damsel is my subjugator. Sexual Addiction can lead to Criminal Offenses. Sin on top of Sin. My apologies to the Queen Whereever she may be. May you please forgive me. Peace. Thanks for allowing me to share my piece.