Velvet

Velvet lips
Brush against
Mine.
I can taste her
And the wrongness of it
All.
But I could not stop.
I will not stop.

My hand
Overflows
With her satin,
Black hair,
Like dark liquid.

Her eyes
Are smiling
At the wrongness
Of it all.

She knows.

My hands
Are explorers
Of her body,
Mapping out
Every detail,
Every curve.

Cold sweat,
Deep breaths,
Low voices,

We drown ourselves
At the wrongness
of it all.