Guilty Pleasures

In dark places
I’m the girl you want
I’m the girl I want
To be
The vixen
In secret
The passion bleeds through our touching skin
Into our bones
Into our heads
Breathless behavior
Lips and teeth
The fragrance of sex
Thick like syrup
I’m drowning
Interlocked and intertwined
But not in love
The dawn will erase
any evidence of tonight
Your lips graze my ear
And I hear you whisper,
“It’s just sins of the flesh, honey.”