This sin of mine

It’s been a while since we did this, something I took pleasure in, it was the calling our bodies and the collaboration of our skin . My ink, I wanted you to dip in. My pages, I wanted you turning. When you touched me here I wanted to feel it there. I wanted you to grip my ass and pull my hair. Biting my lips as I close my eyes all that I could picture was you between my thighs. I remembered every line that you would recited once inside me and at one point I made a confession about how much I loved this, you and me. I thought about all the times my body bended and flexed in positions unimaginable. You painting my frame with slang trying tame me, and I came three’s. Three times as you swerved cursive inside me, my dominant beast. I called out for you as you stroked me against these black and white sheets. This feeling of sin raging inside me. Shades of Pink now splashed with shades of cream, damn how you painted so beautifully. Who knew, you and I would create something so magically, spilling from your pallette now inside of me, filling me with this orgasmic artistry. Your vocabulary now apart of me. This sin of mine!

Valerie Rene’a – Author
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