Sex itself isn't a sin. Sharing it with the wrong person, however; is....

As the sun lays down to sleep

The sky doth open up to weep

Nourishing the seeds of lust

Craving touch on tender busts

Gentle winds ruffling silky hair

Caressing breasts so full and bare

Smooth skin longs for soft pink lips

Tracing passion trails down eager hips

Curves wait hungrily for exploration

The yearning sparking desperation

Consequences ignored from contemplation

Willingly giving in to my temptation