whole

sin

his skin is like liquid gold in my hands and yet i am the one who is melting

he leans over me and i take the pendant of his necklace between my teeth and he laughs

while i let out an exhale and then
he is back with me, back in my rhythm,
our little dance of

push and pull, give and take, lust and

my hips must feel like sin in his hands
burning like red hot coals and yet he is greedy, his grip is eager and

i want him to mold himself into me, i want him to know that i am real, that nobody is watching

and then he pulls back, his breath is warm

he scans my face and

i color code the browns and greys and blacks of his eyes,

so wanton, warm and soft and familiar

and he says
"you are so beautiful"

and a moment later

closer this time

"i love you"

and i know that maybe this is all very wrong, so ungodly
but

i cannot deny

he feels like heaven in my hands.