decayedpagan

I've got a one tack mind...



malicious souls enraptured into one sweet sonet
bound by words sweeter than beloved vows
rapture in the sentient I make with your presence

flesh palpate in sync with one
lovers licking at necks so vulnerable
arching for each other
for pleasure
volptuous
desire gasps in solid embrace
whole with you
whole inside you

transude in making a mark
into my world
my Eden
steal from me
deflower the petals of innocence
one by one