The Sin Of Cowardice

Why should I tell you this, again and again, this love story of despair? Entwined, our bodies wrapped together as one, her sea green eyes exuding love and my innocence was total. slowly shells fell from my eyes I had been sleeping in a bed soiled by many men, in this warren of inequity. I begged her to stop this behaviour, but she said she was a free spirit and could do as she pleased, and I closed my eyes and waited till she had time to see me, but was no good! The thought of other men ejaculating in the bed of love was too, much; threw up at my disgust, on this bed of dissipations. Her pursuit of gratification was voracious, for many she was but a whore, I loved because she once said she loved me. She is old now her lovers gone, she sought refuge in an evangelical sect, and once again I lost the woman I loved