There be the blush of sin about
your flesh.
A caress, a tint, which speaks
of freshness
tainted.
Your aura of dirt,
why waste it?
Let's use it.
Why do you not dare

to abuse it?

Allow me to worm
my way within
Fingers Lingering
at your throat
Your skin is soaked
with my sweetened
sweat.
I cannot free you now,
I'll not release you yet.
You are now mine.
Beloved design.
My lust for you
is more than
crime.

Climb and clasp
your thighs
for me
Your muffled
cries choke
distress
for me
As I lift up the
sky of your
dress.

I've made you free.

No human, not one
woman is
fresh.
Your broken crest is
merely one
More tendril of
rot,
you lie undone
won
My 'violation' just
one more
small spot
on
existance.

I wondered why you
put up resistance.