perfectly broken
and slow like honey
she inched her way towards me
teasing the stairs
with black lace and milk white skin
i wanted to be the carpet beneath her
smiling as she crept
she knew she tortured me
and yet she persisted
her ink taunting me
as if it was poured from a pen
just to lust my eye
and weaken my resolve
she played dirty well
guessing i would crumble
soon she would be naked
grinding my will power to dust
all it took was those brown eyes
and her soft whispering
my heart quickened
as i tasted her want in the air
i was lost
captured
hers to do with as she wished
her lips on mine as she smiled
was the final persuasion
sin would show me regret later
for now
i am hers
by
thomas aiden
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