Forbidden fruit in the kisses we share. Longings that we know we know should not be there. Sinful thoughts running through our minds, loving the feel of our bodies intertwined. Heightened senses of everything we feel, our bodies going crazy together like we are a splendorous meal.
Forbidden fruit in all that we taste. Your kisses making me feel so much, wanting you to slow down and not rush. To feel you against me I could never get enough of, Daydreams of basking in each others wanting love. Your body fits mine like the perfect glove, to feel you is all that I think of.
Sinners we could never be, for there is no one more perfect as we.
Real life can sometimes bring out the best or worse in people. Writing/reading can help you understand the difference.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Forbidden fruit
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