Her hands lay around his neck,
And his,
They sit holding her face.
This is the moment they each become trapped,
By bodies as bare as newborns newly birthed they each become wrapped.
Momentarily stuck in a love that makes them want to make love.
Sin can be sweet,
But the thought of tasting each other's fruit makes them want to hate love,
And they love that idea.
See it aligns with their beliefs,
But they hate it at the same time,
Because it doesn't align with the wants of their bodies,
And probably this may become a hobby.
Sinning again and again,
They will give in to their temptations and cop pleas.
Blaming everything but themselves but who could blame them,
When the caring touch of one another tames them?
It enslaves them.
See they love lust.
So as lips meet and bodies collide in a way that causes her ocean to spray as if there was a collision between shore and tide nothing will hide.
In this dark room all things will come to the light,
In spite of their depth.
Regardless of if they are as deep as his strokes or as shallow as his licks,
Regardless of if they are as insusceptible as her heart or as sensitive as her body,
Her nipples and clit.
Everything will be reached,
Everything will be exposed.
Writen by Brandon
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