When Angels Sin

Looking into your eyes,
Almost the color of your skin
A beautiful creation from God
Sorry to say we’re about to sin.
Legs tangled up,
So our tongues imitate.
Both bodies are warming up,
My head reaches a meaningful hard state.
Clothes vanish, 
My tongue’s not afraid to travel south,
Your lips and my lips cohere.
No need to rush.
I was taught to eat at a slow
A nice smooth & steady pace.
I got you where I want you,
I can see it in your face.
Up and down your thighs,
To your stomach,
My tongue is on a trip.
The wolf in me enjoying it’s prey,
letting what's left drip from my lip.
Listen,
I’m here to please you,
No need to worry about me.
So turn around,
Keep it up high,
Tonight you’ll be dreaming of me.
Digging deep,
Stroking strong,
Holding hips,
Making sure you get every inch.
Hearing my name as if I missed class,
It’s clear that I’m present.
Flipping positions with no care,
Heavy breathing,
Biting flesh,
Pulling hair.
Don’t run love, I don’t chase.
Be still baby, stay in place.
These final strokes mean the most,
Follow my lead I’m your host.
The finish line is near,
I thrust harder & faster,
Your wrists I bear.
Our adventure ends,
We lay satisfied & unsound.
Minutes later we stare,
Agreeing to another round.