Whisper confessions in your ear

Forgive me, I said too much

Press your lips against my neck

Temperature rises at your touch

You bite my lip, forbidden fruit

Sweet and salty on my skin

Feels so good wrapped up in you

Innocent yet carnal sin

Stained glass; seeing colors

Completely clear my mind

Fold your hands around my waist

Intention feels divine

High on my own dopamine

My eyes so dilated

Glass of red wine; I’m hot blooded

Consume my body; consecrated