I want you to be mine, only mine
For there is no better way
"I own you"
"I need you"
"I Consume you"
I honour your body
With the touches that fall
From my fingers, we meld as
Flesh,
Emotion,
Tongues
Find the ****** places that meet
Pleasure upon the face, we
Wear our rings signed with love,
Gold,
Platinum,
Silver
Coated moments we signed our love,
But the picture on the mantle of another
Not that which kisses this
Wetted skin. Each moans of this
Pleasurable sin, not thinking of the
Moment one is found in the grasp
By another's eyes glancing within.
Betrayal,
Hurt,
Tears
Do fall from not only one, as rings
Now do fall. Hearts broken
Love shredded by another's sin.
Lust is a moment that
Can create either passion or **regrettable sin.