Trust me she says
Sliding it down over my
Everything goes black
As I listen to her move,
The rustle of the sheets,
The crackle of the fire,
And then she touches me
Ecstasy fires along my nerves
Twitching, panting,
Speaking in tongues
She plays me,
An instrument just for


Sinful Sunday
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