Treasure Island

Regan Mackenzie


A Taste Of Heaven And Hell


you hold hells fire drapped in heavens silk
making this night
dirty
and pure as moonshine
with your hands
your fingers gripping my hips
your soft moist lips
caressing my skin
each kiss
leaving behind traces of such
blissfullness
and for you
ohh i do surrender
mind, body
body, soul
so take me whole
fill me full of everything that is you
love, lust
mix and
combust
let the fire burn on silk smoothe sheets
let the ground tremble and shake
off of this love, lust mixture we make
i say take me through the flames
i say that i give and surrender to desire
cause ohh..
you hold hells fire drapped in heavens silk
making this night
dirty
and pure as moonshine
'and now im.. feelinn finee...'


©Copyright 2011

Submitted: Monday, March 21, 2011

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