Young again.

Nuzzled skin against our skins we sink from clocks turning time
Our riddles are answered word for word across our backs we trace
Smooth like the old worn picture from the black and white film I feel him creep up my body.
Lips like dancing jungles he entangles me and I am hopeless in his freckled face.
Pushed from dirty walls and dirty sheets
I feel young again in naked absence while he takes away my fears, my hopes and my pain.
And in that second it is all okay.
I allow him my skin as a gesture of sin.
He imprints my body with his mark across the life I used to know.
And in that second it is all not okay.
My world is blurred my judgment bent.
In heated passion I lose myself again.
Bold.
Heated.
Sin.
It tears me apart until there is nothing left but his imprinted marks and his born again eyes that have now become mine.

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[Gheeneil]

Sweetest sin has the strongest hold. It bends rules, and hypnotizes sanity to complete surrender.