Cover me with your sin
Fingers threaded through with mine
Held aloft
Pressed upon soft white sheets
Stark against flesh flushed pink
With arousal
With exertion
.
Cover me with your sin
As you crowd me with your intentions
To spoil
To sate
To initiate
Claiming every dark instinct as your own
As you pin me to the page
Writing your darkest prose
Seeing my response
Under your fingertips
A whorl of darkly inked curves and lines
Entwining with your own
:
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Siren Whispers 