Holy Kisses

"You can not love her," they whisper. "For it is a sin." I smile at their words confident in knowing that they have never knelt at her altar. Nor tasted the divinity, staining her lips. Or craved her sensual moan between our every kiss. Jealousy, anger, longing. The outsiders mask their true intentions with lies, captivated by her Judas; she is my sin, and I'm content to die. I love her savagely; I will walk into hell gladly, knowing I've held heaven in my hands.