Sin

My breath catches

As you unveil,

Inch by little inch –

Mint green, Gold,

Parchment thin

Silken skin

Falls away –

You crumple

And crease

At will.

I trace ridges, valleys, peaks –

Brown, proud

Waiting to be devoured.

Melting at my touch

Promises unfurl

Against my

Fingertips

Your taste lingers

Dark, bitter-sweet

Fetched from corners,

Peeled apart in layers

– pleasures

Hidden within you.

I sit back

Sated

And as I close my eyes

I can feel you

Deep in the warmth

Of my belly,

Against my skin

In the raw warmth

Of my mouth

Sin.