Brooklyn

The warm smoothness of wood floors and bare skin.

Sweaty palms and bright pink lips. Legs long legs, I swear I swear something goes off inside me. It's wild, it is so wild. I just want to stutter and shutter up my lids until I'm just where I need to be. Right where I'm turned on and laid down in ecstasy. I want to writhe in sin and slither so wrongly and ungodly that I'm bound to never see the pearly, white gates.

I want to smolder...