Sinner
By Midian
Trembling in the half-light. Burning me raw. Tearing me apart inside. Oh how I sin for you. Now I taste you. So honey sweet. Your finger nails rake my flesh. Oh to sin is to love. We finish in bursting pleasure. I kiss you tenderly. But you push me away. Oh to sin is to hate. Written November 5th, 2001 © on Nov 05 2001 01:57 PM PST, Shayne Robert Nelson 10 • 0 • 16
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"Trembling in the half-light...."