It’s about ripping that shirt of yours off and watching the buttons scatter along with every inhibition. It’s about throwing your shorts aside and making you beg for my mouth to praise your hardness. It’s about you, all of you.
You provoke the dangerous, wild and dark woman inside of me. You make me want to pray for your mercy, worship your wickedness, and eulogize you. You dragoon me into believing in nothing but mischief, and no one but you.
If I confess every sin I’m eager to commit on that beautiful body of yours, you’d question my sanity. But daddy, my wetness yearns for you, my sheets long for your smell, my ears lust for your whimpers, my tongue craves your flesh, and my hands are dying to make you groan my name while I moan yours.
So baby, come and taste the loneliness on my skin, make love to my sorrows, and lick my despondency away.
My trespasser, my savagely fierce, cruel and violent sinner, come and unwind me.