Sex In a Babycrib
The heavy musk of cheap Colon wiggled round my nose,
like a carousel.
It was stained of your clothes,
that were laying right there,
off of you.
My thirsty fingers drank your skin,
rushing endlessly over and over it again,
every sappy sip leaving a sweet addiction for more.
I felt your teeth sink into my lips,
your hunger grew to the point of no control.
You heard my cries under the muffle of soundproof walls.
Calling out for more of you
to be induced into my body.
The sheets ran red with sin,
our bodies rattling to over gratified nerves,.
Our sweat dripping the heavy words of amity and
banishment of innocence.
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