Forgive Me, Father
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
I have been led without hesitation into the world of the wicked. Flesh against flesh has my body experienced, and craved more with gluttonous abandon. Impure thoughts have given way to sensual desire, earthly pleasures known only for a lifetime. Two souls engaged in acts of "unnatural" carnality, lustful murmurs falling from bruised lips. Another's body has been my temple; I have worshipped with unchaste kiss. The taut planes of muscle have I idolized, flawless perfection in my mind only.
I have tasted his very essence, bathed with relish in his scent. In ecstasy have I moved him beyond the bounds of this reality, followed ever faithfully behind. In the afterglow, I have laid my cheek against his heart, feeling the pulse of the life so closely linked to mine. I have cherished that heart more dearly than my own, held it as a fragile thing never to be scarred. His every wish have I strived to fulfill; a burning need in my soul to please him.
Forgive me, Father, for I have loved.
Forgive me, Father. This sin seems false.