Sinful Poet

Wed, 08/17/2016 - 12:44 -- FM909

Does he look at me with glowing eyes?

As my finger rushes the surface of his skin

He transforms my scattered thoughts into meaning

I gasp for air, but all the motions are beyond me

I choke, I try to speak...

He makes me tremble, he makes me weak!


The bumps, the ridges he kisses so sweet

Makes a complex being feel relief

The beauty in his skript flows past recognition

The tattoos on his skin rise into the air

I see his story unfold before me

The energy he holds within burst out to be heard

Stroke by stroke; I feel myself falling deeper

I love him more than ever

My lust, my sin: He is all of me...



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