thejesus

blaming her for my sin
turned on by her body turned out
for my hand to run down stomach over hip
thigh leg calf and back up
tickletwitch across her back
with my lips dragging softdelicate
over her skin and i've felt
her eyes on me too
and my skin searingbumps like
fog across my eyes blinding me
body, sight and i can't be expected
to contain sights and feelings that bubble and rise
without with-in my own mind regardless of
my best inentions
and again i can feel my hands over her skin
across the bulge of her hip bone
to the falling line of her pants her underwear
her desire falling line of my desire
and crave, crave
craving smells like my loss of control
and her willingness to relent
and my pressure and her pressuretight around me
squeezepullpushbite
i'm lost and smiling
and my hot breathtingle on her neck
drops like strained moans
from strained muscles
wrapped by strained desire
and, pushing against my brain and my
bodymind
my hands me-i-me am falling again
down towards my bed my pillow my body
on her body
and still my eyes her eyes and it's
easy
i'm drawn to her by her
my actions her will
so sin upon sin
my loss of shakeshiver control
over her skin her back her lips
and yes, and yes, i cannot be expected
to resist
only to give in and follow