

Wicked VineKinda making this up as I go.... getting whats in me out....Wicked Vine
Wicked desire, burning for lust's forbidden embrace Dying, for want of a level of complexity Yearning for that sacred, forbidden apple That knowledge, that wisdom, that awareness Heightened senses, recording every detail How the breeze, confident and unwavering, carries your scent to me Wafting, fearful of the power such a perfume would have over me How the light betrays me, playing off of your smooth, soft, pale skin Such sweet decadence and ecstacy that will never grace my hands My lips quivering, my heart racing,