Her, watching you silently. You, doing the same.

Stealthy like a cat.
Innocent glances that are not so innocent.
Forbidden, like the apple. But so sweet--
never mind the toothache or
the possible heartbreak.

Your name rolling on her tongue
so smoothly, so holy
makes you want to sin again and again.
You ask,
How do I stop?
She grins, bares it all.
You do not want to stop.
Skin burning hot, careful not to touch but
not touching feels like hell.

Hell, she sings songs like an angel in pleasure
and in pain
so you sing with her an immaculate duet.

Your warm mouth on hers,
bodies gracefully moving together.
A perfect synchronization;
one thousand over ten.

Bliss.