Dangerous?i had you were looking.
The man of your dreams possesing.
like the thrill before syncing,
your lips and finally frenching.
As he charts your skin like a map
in laboured pants you gasp.
Addicted and completely hooked
seduced by illegality you revelled.
After the rush geared up for a guilt trip
head and heart you’re caught in the
envious of the good sarah in the bible
glimpse in the mirror,please wipe off the
scowl and chill the hell out greedy
You drink the poison our mind pours for us
and then wonder why you fell sick.
And if the pearly gates dont open up for
Thank God for hell.
we are all struggling for a sip
of righteousness hating judgement
from religion by the legion who deem
themselves saints following the rules
No bad blood in fiction.