My heart races,
I count your bated breaths,
Smell the sweet,
Dangerous, scent,
Of remourse on your skin.
If this is sin,
Then I dont want to be,
A saint
Or a priest.
Love is the Least I can do.
I love you,
In no uncertain terms.
And I dream
Of nothing more
And nothing less,
Than this.
Immeasurable bliss,
And your hands,
Trace the boundries of my body
And your arms,
Encircle me, embrace me.
So why not just take me?
Because after all this,
Secret after secret,
Theres nothing left to miss,
Turns out,
A Kiss is just A Kiss.