Innocence

There is something about you
That screams innocence.
Maybe is your pale skin,
Your velvety eyes,
Or the sweet smile of your lips.
But I know its a facade...
As I tie your hands above your head
Your lips part not with a smile
But with a sigh...
Your eyes become embers
You breathe desire,
Of me
Of pain and pleasure
So closely knit
Like black leather
On your skin...