Sinful Bliss

Sinful Bliss

A Poem by Carissa Marie

"Pick a fruit," he tells me.
And I reach out to pluck a fruit from the tree.
"See how sweet, how juicy, how blissfully wonderful it tastes,"
As I nod and take a little bite. 
The fruit tastes sinfully sweet in my mouth 
And it transcends me - 
To a world full of pleasure, 
To a world far from mine. 
I savour the heavenly taste of his fruit
'Til the sweetness takes over my body,
With a lingering promise of more.
But the fruit leaves a bitter aftertaste,
And I become aware.
I am naked-
Lying in the coldness of the hard marble floor, 
With unbreakable chains clinging to my skin. 
I hear his low, monotonous voice-
A voice without a hint of emotion, 
Manipulating me with commands.
I can see his brooding eyes-
Unseeing, 
Clouded-
A hole of nothingness taking me a prisoner.

He pops another fruit into my mouth, 
And whispers-
"See how sweet, how juicy, how blissfully wonderful sin tastes like,"
As I nod and take a little bite, 
My soul is his once again. 

© 2017 Carissa Marie



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Carissa Marie
Carissa Marie

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21. Female. AB Journalism. Philippines. :) Introvert. Weird. Over-thinker. Music lover. Bookworm. Frustrated Artist. Writing is my therapy. "Let my words be your own form of immortality" .. more..

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