You are my favorite shade of sin.

The darkness of your car,
The paleness of my legs,
A blush I can't control,
Because only love remains.

You are my favorite taste of sin.

The lips that lock on mine,
The sweat drenching your hair,
The salty taste of skin,
The way you pull my hair.

You are the one that consumes my mind,
Who's heaven sent, who's heart I hope is mine.
But why make your love a simple possession?
I spend my nights drenched in our sins.

(i. r)