My Eyes on I
The turmoil within Shapes my justification of my sins. Allowing me to see from cold lens and detach from the reality of my transgressions. When I breathe I see my Icy breath as I say I love you, but is it true? Knowing that I’m in love with my bottom bitch as she stands upon high, knowing I’ll wake up just to die. I’d give her my last breath, my last heat beat, the last stand on my feet. The void is there though hungry to be filled willing to kill, for chivalry has her in my bed from this dick homicide she lies peacefully as the orgasm left her for dead. She moaned in pleasure as she grabbed my head as she surrendered the clit as I fed. Subtly I touched her, quietly I whispered as I touched her and looked in her eyes as her soul cried....Cried in pleasure as I read her. As her body led me from her toes up her thigh, to the prize of Eves lie. Yes I bit the Apple, better yet, I kissed it slowly, intentionally, quietly, undeniably. The more I resist the more I insist as I find mys