Sinful Sounds too Innocent
It's when the energy ripples off our
skin
When the pulse of his heart matches
mine
Where time doesn't exist
And there is only the space between us
A constant reminder that we are not one
But two bodies, separate and needy
Needing to be needed, wanted, desired
Helpless in our passion, our addiction
Drink deep the sensation
Of his hands on top of me
My body claimed as his
His muffled cries come from me
Pleasing each other, one another
With ourselves, our minds our touch
We are whole here, breaking and mending
Burning through this, the night
Eating the heat off of his body
The smell of his skin
Sweet and warm next to mine
I hold this dream like a memory
I feel light and heavy
The goddess and the god
We match together
In our perfect imperfection
His hands holding me up
Lips tracing lines
Enveloping in the sound
That our intensity creates
Sinful sounds too innocent
We act on impulse
Drugged in our desire
To fulfill a darker need
The need to destroy
To create and breathe
A world of our own
For only us
The sinners, the demons
The angels, the gods
We are everything together
Nothing when we are apart
-Ella Hastings
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