When we kiss, it feels as if we're on fire
like the stars
She kisses me all over
and kisses me softly on my scars
I moan when she kisses my neck
and I lose all my cares
Then she stops and looks into my eyes
and stares
Drawings on my back are created by her nails
She loves me slowly
We practice love more than religion
She was never really holy
Always sleeping in on Sundays
Her favorite thing to do was sin
A soft moan and a tight grip on my shoulders when
i'm in
Every time we loved it was as if it were our last
We could never get too much
Always cherished those moments  
Lost by the touch