Make you mine (nsfw?)

Oh, how innocent you look

With those freckles splashed across your face,

Beautiful as the stars shining in the night sky.

Oh, how innocent you look

With those big misty eyes,

Peaceful green and sharp like an uncut emerald.

Oh, how innocent you look

With that sweet smelling hair,

Slightly dishevelled by the motion of your hands

Running through those golden brown strands.

Oh, how innocent you look

With that bright yet reticent smile

And those crescent shaped curves on its end.

But there’s nothing innocent about your lips, now is there?

So plump and pink,

So full and bewitchingly curved,

Bordering on the edge of obscene;

So delightfully tempting,

So sinfully expressive,

Unleashing unlimited desires with the slightest of manipulations.

I drink in every movement those lips make-

Its slight parting

When you take a breath;

The roll of your tongue under the cupid’s bow,

To swipe up that golden drop of whiskey

Or when you bite that voluptuous bottom one

As a telltale sign of nervousness.

And it drives me to the brink of insanity,

As I think to myself how you would look

When you stand in front of me,

Staring into my soul through half-lidded eyes

And darkening irises filled with lust.

Now you wouldn’t look so innocent, would you?

With my name falling sinfully from between those lips

With every groan, moan, whimper and scream

As you beg and implore for more and more

Until I wreck you;

Until I ruin you;

Until I make you mine.

Because innocent might be a good look on you,

But mine?

That would be just about perfect.