Sin
I touch myself
Fingers caressing holy places
But
It's you who in my mind I am undressing ;
As I close my eyes ;
Clench my jaw-
.
.
.
Ah.
Body spasming,
Seeing stars
As sweat slowly tickles down my calf.
I bite my lip
To hold all the sounds in.
Scared of people hearing me confess-
Even as I collapse
Tired and wasted;
But somehow still intoxicated
By this sin.
Yes,
A sin.
That's what it is.
Muttering it like a prayer,
Your name doesn't leave my lips-
You're just too arousing.
The smell of sex is in the air
And suddenly-
I am drowning.
YOU ARE READING
Poems~
PoetryNone of them are aimed, dw. And yeah ik they're pretty shitty but I just felt the need to put them out there, so here you go :)
