Christina8

Not A Saint

My mind swims with delight

As we frolick in the night

There is something so pure about you;

Hands finding bodies

No moonlight to help these

Wandering fingers found without a view.

 

I want to taste you

And devour you too

You have no idea what\'s on my mind;

We could dance until we faint

I never said I was a saint

Close your eyes and tell me what you find.