Symphony Of Sins

 Raindrops race down the window, keeping time with our wild heartbeats. 

Streetlights and lampposts, a blurry light show through the wet glass, setting the scene for our own little storm.

Your laugh? A cute howl cutting through the thunder.

I can't help but run my fingers through your hair - it's all messy and damp, and I'm loving it.

A gasp escapes your lips, a sweet surrender as I close my eyes, savoring every touch. Raindrops on your trembling lips mingle, Laced with nothing but the taste of desire. Sans of flavor soaked tongue that teases when I lean in to kiss. 

 Slippery skin, drenched with sweat. 

Goosebumps popping up wherever I touch you, like I'm writing love notes on your skin. You catch your breath, and damn, that little gasp of yours? It does things to me.. My fingers calmly caressing your tiny tips. Feeling the flavoured syrup drip in harmony. 

My hands can't get enough of you, tracing every curve and plane. Exploring those chest like I own them. Making sure that you feel wet whenever I come to mind. 

We're tangled up in these sheets, and you smell like rain and want - it's driving me crazy.

This rain's got nothing on us. We're making our own music here, skin on skin,

creating a sinful symphony that will make the devil himself blush. A little tongue work for more fireworks.

 It's just you and me in this moment, reaching out to the heavens with notes and keys of sighs and moans. Hands between your thighs, fingers scrambling for warmth, joy and ecstasy from within. 

Our bodies finding a rhythm all their own.

Every touch is like striking a match to fuel.

We are caught in this storm,

Riding a wave that just won't quit.

All we want, all we need, is this raw,

beautiful hunger between us

husH