: About Me

Sinful Love Innocence longs for powerful hands, once unfamiliar That played her body like a delicate instrument An insidious man, on the wrong side of forty Reciting Neruda by candlelight to a nave girl Craving the tease of his wandering mouth, as it touches her bare flesh Her begging, rhythmic sighs, rising up as he taints her chastity Starving for love, surrendering control in his name A dark little addiction enslaves her, without remedy