Symphony of Sin

Her body calls out to him, sweetly singing from afar. Her words are the written melody in which he dances to the pulsing beat of lust and desire. The most beautiful symphony of sin orchestrates before him as he  
absorbs her within the lyrics.   
 
He melts beneath the warmth of her delicate, yet ever so forbidden flesh. Her lips, so soft and sweet, chasing away all worry and fear. As they dance like butterflies across his skin, her hands calm the storm within his soul. Against his beating heart, lay her hardened nipples and the beautiful coursing melody of her very own. Her decadent taste lingers upon his tongue, though a taste he's never had. The drifting scent of her arousal, a welcoming fragrance he so wishes for, hardens him beyond control.   
 
In the sweet melody of her words, she is his most prized possession. He feels her from the inside, her mind, body and soul, the place where all the lyrics he craves for are now his own. Oh how she sweetly sings to him from afar, dancing him straight into the warmth between her thighs, a dream he hungers for. The next melody is that of his own, as he waits patiently to read her words once more.   
 
She writes the sweetest of tunes,   
those of lust and sinful longings.   
She sits, waiting on his words to ochestrate the next  beautiful symphony of sin,
if only from afar.