Temptation etched into your skin,
The path we strayed for our piece of sin.
Hour after hour of wanton lust,
Not because we choose, but because we must.
You’re under my skin, I’m deep into yours.
Me your fantasy, your very own whore.
Take me, ride me, your dildo that bleeds.
Wring my cock dry for that bloom of seed.
And all I’ll ask, promise me one thing alone,
That you are mine, if I’m yours to own.
I could sneak away once in a while,
I could sneak a kiss, share a knowing smile.
Sneak into a room for so much more,
Me and you, both acting like whores.
You could sneak away from time to time,
Sneak a kiss and that knowing smile.
We could wonder away into the brush,
And fuck like animals, unbridled and rough.
We could sneak away just for fun,
No reason other than what needs to be done.
You and I playing like naughty kids,
Hiding what really doesn’t need to be hid.