he loves the way
her lips feel on
his and the way
her hand traces
his chest.
he loves her, no
matter how sinful
it is. sometimes the
worst sin can feel like
the purest thing on
earth.
he loves what was
between her thighs
and the way her
fingers scratched up
his back.
he loves her lustful
grin and the words
she whispers
seductively into his
ears.
"please baby, this
is what god wants
you to do. you want
it, i know you do."
her tempting words
slither off the tip
of her tongue. he can't
resist the way the words
glide off her tongue in
such a way that puts a
snakes slither to shame.
he loves the curves on
her body that remind
him of his first love, who oh
so broke his heart.
he loves her smile, which
looks so pure and innocent.
the smile is what drew him
in. a man could never imagine
that a female who wore a
tight, cleavage inducing dress
could be so innocent.
he loves everything
about her, oblivious
to who she is as a person.
YOU ARE READING
the devils work
Poetry"you call the devil evil but he created your most prized possession."
