Sin

I am unlaced, unchaste and un-pure. Made out of the sins from inside my sheets, opening my legs for the ones who proclaimed their love when really they just wanted to grasp my innocence in their own little ways. They wanted to pull me under the water with them but then while they broke surface I was left to drown. I was left in the darkness of my own mistakes, the people I trusted and the things I shared when I really loved them. For if they had loved me as I loved them, then we would have waited and had made love, not fucked--

All I was, a cheap fuck and I committed the sin, the same crime over again. You think I would have learned by now, my evil ways get me no where but in another man's bed.

Unlaced was my dress and raped was my mind, broken was my heart and destroyed was my trust. And so I warn you do not unlace your innocence to anyone unless you love them and they love you. You will know that you love them because they will not ask you to do anything. It will be natural, as if it was just apart of you day. I know, I unlaced for one more after so many others. But this one, unlaced me for him.

He held me close to him as my body arched while he was inside me. Drinking in the feel of my body against his, understand the feel of the warmth inside me and for the first time I felt loved.

Love and I was unlaced of my emotions.

Unlaced from being what one would call a . . .

Flousy.

Whore.

Slut.

Flirt.

Tramp.

Tart.

I am unlaced, un-pure, unchaste.

But that was when it was an empty fuck, not the sensation of making love.