How do I rid my mind of these fantasies?
These blasphemous conjugations you whisper into my thoughts.
How do I stop wanting you?
Is it wrong to want to listen? To crave your sounds? The climaxing sounds of you reaching your peak.

I know I shouldn’t wonder, what you’re made of, but you’re bare to my eye, at the ripest of time & your hiss, seduces me every time.
I can’t fight the need, the need to explore your depths, the need to sink my lusty teeth through your glistening ripe skin, picturing your juices over flow on my senses f taste. Indulging in the sins of passion.
Doing the wrong things, in every right way think then maybe, I could feel what Eve felt.

Why do the wrong things feel so good?
This hiss from your forbidden fruit, sends frequencies into my pores. It dopplers urge for your lust in my blood, weakening me with sounds of seductive deceit.
This hiss is too loud, it pulls me the edge of my bounderies. Undressing my rigidness with your softenss one moment at a time, calling the thirst in my loins, to drink of unquenchable wishes. Sipping drop by drop, the alluvial juices that fall from your lips.

In the dram of goodness, temptations fordo my strengths, turning you into a blissful weakness. Maybe this trip could help us sin since we’re trapped in the garden of eden?
I’ll dip into you, discovering new depths as I explore the tasty flesh of your forbidden fruit.
Pouring out our urges into a glass of lusty deceit, savouring you for as long as I can.
Beautifully sinning, willing to face the music your body recites and the consequences of our momentary actions.
We’ll repent at the peak of the mountains.