𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚊 𝚅𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜.

Turn down the lights

It feels like I’m on cotton candy clouds and duck feathers

Indulge yourself in the iridescent beams

My blurry silhouette and lace underwear to the floor

Let the Heavenly moonlit glow illuminate the suppleness of my skin

Sweat;

Drips

Drips

Drips down from your forehead onto mine

Mouth wide, legs wide, legs shake, breaths quake

Pleasure cries, rolled eyes

Sweet possession, no need for exorcism

Claw marks on your already flushed back

My demon wants to come out and play

I won’t let it out until you say so

This might be sinful,

This might be Heaven

I find redemption in the way you make love to me