Breaking Vows

My moral compass freezes at the center of my chest, head spinning with the giddiness of a child stealing candy. God, what sweet candy!  
 
Nagging voices fade in the dark overhead as my eyes feast on glowing breasts. Breasts where two children once fed, and a nameless father’s lips planted affection.  I now drop my face into this same burning flesh to offer thanks.  
 
Our eyes meet and suggest we’ve passed the point of caution.  
 
Her fingers guide the tip of my lusting spear. My weight eases gently down, pressing into dark secrets of lost and found loves, then lost again. Entering her history, this place where life begins, I pierce a marriage covenant, landing deep and resting there, caressed in her heat as glass vows shatter with her sigh.  
 
I feel the sting of cold fingers on my hips, offering rhythm for my pressing.  
 
I hear soft whimpers of pleasure vibrate in her throat under my fingers and feel sweet puffs of air between borrowed lips. Let the mysterious ancient ritual begin.