Blessings of a Christian Girl

Going through books to take for exchange
DeeAnn's small cross fell to the floor
I touched it softly then let my mind flow
To the one who gave it fifteen years before

A good Christian girl, played piano on Sundays
Short hair, blue eyes, a bent nose from a childhood fall
She invited me home and I never hesitated.
I wanted to see if she might be my all.

Sunday afternoon we visited her room
In a house empty for years
High on a hill behind the new one her parents built
We kissed each other and both felt tears

DeeAnn breathed hard in the fading light
as we kissed in her childhood bedroom that night
The next thing I knew, her blouse was unbuttoned
Small pale breasts shown in moonlight

She threw off her clothes and jumped on the bed
Face down her slim frame shinning in the light
Her legs were together, smooth and straight
Her thighs with a little gap ever so slight

I rubbed her back so soft and smooth.
She raised up and put her face on my hardness
In the dim light I could see her lips kissing me
Like a woman possessed by powers of darkness.

DeeAnn moved up on top of me with her ninety-five pounds.
I felt heat and wetness, what had just happened?
She'd placed me inside of her snug and warm.
It felt like nothing I'd ever imagined.

Her little round buns began to hump slowly
Up and down her torso's pistons were revvin’
I held the hinge of her waist as rpms increased
All I could do was lay there in heaven

Her blonde hair bobbed beside me her breath was so hot
Her small frame kept pounding like a machine on top
She whispered in a soft giggly voice, “I'm getting too loud.”
Skin slapping skin, but she couldn't stop

She didn’t get slower, but stayed strong and loud
She moaned what sounded almost like a cry,
“God please forgive me, but desires overtake.”
If God took me then, I'd be happy to die.

DeeAnn's now turning forty with kids and a husband
They'll never know of the blessings we shared
That night lust became a part of God's creation
When our youthful bodies became ensnared.