Sinful Confessions
in candlelight's soft glow
Shadows dance,
and secrets grow
Her touch, a tease, a wine glass traced with fire
A tongue that longs, a heart that aspires
He stands, entranced, in her siren's gaze
His pulse aflame, his soul in daze
"Shall I confess?" she whispers, low and sweet
A stranger's touch, a wicked treat?
Her words, a tantalizing, slow reveal
A dance of desire, a heart that must conceal
His voice, rough, urgent, "Tell me all"
Her teasing words, a sensual, sweet call
A blindfold's thrill, a lover's bound delight
A symphony of pleasure, on this wicked night
Her lips, a whisper, her touch, a burning flame
His hunger, clawing, no time to tame
The night, a canvas, for their sins to unfold
Each moment, a brushstroke, of passion, bold
