his hands were firm,
it felt like a rock
touching a flower.
his lips tasted like honey.
hot and heavy,
his body on mine.
slow and steady,
when he became a visitor.
soft and strong,
when he gripped onto my waist.
his lips were on mine,
our bodies were one.
now his lips are stained,
with the taste of my mouth.
his body is scarred from
mine being under his.
his mind is ruined
from the lies he tells
to his girlfriend.
he will always remember
the night he gave into his
Forbidden Temptation