This is a sweet sin, my dear
The feeling of your fingertips on my skin.
Your soft kisses on my neck.
The way you pull my hair and let your eyes travel to places no one has ever seen.
This is a sweet sin, my dear
How you kiss my thighs and let your mouth explore.
Our chests will rise and fall rapidly as our inner beasts begin to let loose.
Our screams of ecstasy will echo throughout the room.
This is a sweet sin, my dear
The things we do are too forbidden.
Too raw for them to handle but while we ride out our highs we won't pay attention to their cries.
If something feels this good it's too hard to stop.
Oh yes, this is a sweet sin, my dear.
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Unspoken Thoughts
PoezjaA collection of poems that I've written that will leave you feeling woke, sad or inspired. Most of them are things that I'm going through/overcoming and the rest are scenarios in my messed up mind. Hope you learn a thing or two.
