Sweet Sin Poem by Kira Bloom

The air grows thick with desire, deep enough to taste.
Our breath mingles, our eyes entertwine.
In my heart your soul lingers,
with my hair wrapped around your finger.
A gentile rope pulling me in,
to the end of want where need begins.
The fruit of your mouth stirs a hunger,
under my skin.
WIth the night closing in,
blanketed by a storm I fear I'll never find again.
Flowing like the silky blackness we are melted in
Molded by a passion, I dare not resist.
Reflected by the shadows of a sweet sin.