You    are   my   sin ,
my   willing  desire ,
the   one  who   fills
me  with  urges  of
extreme   ******  cravings.
You   are   my   sin,
as you are  my life.
Saving    me   from
death  of  sameness
in  life.  Nothing  is
hidden, nothing  forbidden,
as I take your body
in all the ways you
wish, all the ways I  choose.
I  lust for your feel,
your   taste, your forbidden
fruit.  As  you   are
my   sin,   So  I  am
                               your  sire....

A   wise  physician
once said "the best medicine  
for    humans    is
love." And if it doesn't work?
Increase the dose.

Ever woman  deserves a man
who    will      write
poems on her body
with   his   lips   and   tongue.
                                                                                       Jon York   2019