Wednesday, November 25, 2009

My pretty, darling sinner;

I desperately want to slid my fingers between your legs and follow them gently with my tongue. I know I can find god there. Your glistening on my finger tips will be the ink with which I will write my greatest poetry upon your body. I will make you my idol and mold you with gentle nips of my teeth. My hands on your breasts will be a song to the underworld and I will set your nerves on fire.

I am tangling myself in your shining soft hair and pulling it back from your face to raise it to mine. Brushing my lips to yours I will promise you everything to keep you in my arms.

Do not beg me to let you go for I can not. I will smash all others who dare touch you. I am yours now and you have sinned to keep me.

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