I found religion in your touch. Our bodies were sanctuaries, Our prayers: Lust -dark,sensual, raw poetry- Rated.

There was something about her that Captivated him. Something that made him stay. Maybe it was the dip of her hips, Or the curl of her toes. The secrets in her smile, That he loved, I suppose. He was drowning in her waters Yet still parched With ecstasy. He was in a place where heaven and hell collided. With her He forgot me.