And when your lips, are achingly close to mine. I want to devour your taste; inhale you for all time…

I feel your nails scratch against my skin. It feels like sin. But you’re mine. You pulled me close, I let your demons in. Let you eat me again. You smell like sin. But you’re mine. I brush my tongue against yours, a sensation divine; sex bleeding from our pours. We fuck like sin. But you’re mine. I can’t escape the way warp my brain. The way I dream of your face. Fucking like a drug laced daze. It tastes like sin. But you’re mine. You can’t escape the way I hold your gaze. When we fuck for days. There’s so much sin. But I’m yours…

-HMG