Intense Poetry

Forbidden Fruit:

Craving your touch
Our vision of twisted love
Your hands are the ones I'd like to clutch
Didn't know hiding this would be so tough
Your taste lingers on me for days
The thought of your hands running down me sends shivers down my spine.
Hypnotize me , as soon as your inside me.
Not sure where we should draw the line
You're moaning my name with her
I didn't know this would happen but glad to see I'm still on your mind
Time a blur, locked in a daze.
Those moans of yours drive me insane
So do me a favor babe
If you would ever be so kind
Moan my name out tonight
To mark the last time
I can call you mine.

-Dee