If sins had actions, he would potray it.
If sins had repurcussions, he would be the one recieving it
But she, if sins were based around her, she would be all of them.
She could be his fear, his envy, his lust and deceit and avarice
He could be a selfish sybarite and yet never have enough of her
He would laze and rage at everyone for believing they deserved any part of him
But with her, together, all sins left including pride
He had no desire to be better than others when he was with her
He was already a better man with her
Now, he just wanted to be good enough for her
And she had just told him he already was
"I love you too", he whispered, surprised with himself
It had come out of his mouth without thought
Or permission
Pride ? What was pride when it was just them ?
He knew it was true after the words escaped his sinful mouth
He loved the hue of her eyes and the tint of her hair
He loved the noises of frustration she made while she was working
He loved the voice she sang with over the artwork she created
The same fingers that threaded his soul into existence
He loved the fact that he loved her
But he did not know why in the first place
He kissed her head as her hands started their own journey
And he allowed them, smiling slightly
"Now with your hands upon my skin
I see... You could never be one of my sins".
-Semanti
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