Sinful Whispers Poem by April Humason

Oh, tasty sin, you captivate me within,
With a touch that sets my soul in a spin,
I'm lost in your allure, where to begin?
A smile breaks free, as passions chime in.

You're a delectable delight, so understood,
A tempting feast, my cravings withstood,
Can I bid for your affection? I would,
In the realm of desires, exploring for good.

Your taste is exquisite, a pleasure to savor,
With every moment, my heart finds favor,
May I pull your hair, be your secret craver,
In the raw, we'll dance, an intimate labor.

No need for riches or a borrowed dime,
It's the journey we'll take, one of a kind,
Our showtime, our connection, a love's climb,
I want to feel your essence, sweet and sublime.

So if you're ready to embrace our sin,
Together, we'll paint a world to begin,
With every touch, every whispered hymn,
In this dance of passion, our souls will win.