Sinners
She is perfection... Draped in moonlight, her glabrous, alabaster skin glimmered, and horripilated as the late autumn wind blew through the windows. Her raven curls dispersed around her curvaceous body like coiling vines on the branches of trees and throughout the silken dark blue sea of cushions and bed linen. Sculptured by the gods, she retained her welcoming posture as if inviting painters to inspire from her pulchritude.
She is perfection... Grossly incandescent even under moonlight, arms above her palpitating chest, she appeared to fall from a divine state of slumber; a fair maiden loved by many, hated by none. An idol to the young, with the generosity of a saint, her warmth reached even the vagabonds and the impaired. Unblemished she was, like the quintessential autumn day, with elegance and grace. He became engorged as his eyes devoured her scourging physique, craving to bite the mouth-watering purity forbidden to the sinner.
She is perfection... As he restrained himself from an attempt to defile her, she awakened from her deep slumber and watched him. Her russet eyes peered into his soul with tender inquisitiveness, like a saint redeeming the dammed, she irradiated his soul with a genuine smile. Alarmed by her tranquil state, he hesitated to approach her, petrified by her innocence. Those eyes of hers stirred emotions he was ignorant to, caused his heart to flutter, his breath to falter, his knees to tremble, yet he felt invited. He approached her sanctuary, obstructing the moonlight as he contemplated her. She reached for his hand and fondled it preciously, enforcing his arousal.
She is perfection... Cherished by many and abhorred by none, he placed his hand over her eyes and gazed at her blossomed lips like a famished beast; he came with many promises. He reached for his belt and dove to savor her craved lips. There was a transient invulnerability as he retrieved the gift from his belt, and removed his hand from her eyes. Her face became flushed as she smiled graciously, emitting such honesty and joy; he had pledged to the covenant. As the late autumn wind blew through the windows, embracing her denuded body, he plunged his hand onto her chest. The knife has pierced her heart, but she did not fray, she accepted her fate. And with her fading breath, she bestowed upon him an apologetic smile to atoned for her wrong doings and he became compunctious of his acts, but he had pledged to his covenant to sacrifice his desires.
She was perfection... Days after he had sinned, the courier knocked on his door and deliver a stack of letters he had been guarding after his accident on the road. He received the letters with a smile and retrieved to his comfort to read them. There, in the flickering fire of the candles, he discovered that she had been sending letters to him after their first encounter in the market. In the letters, she declared her undying love.
