Sweet Sin

awanderer

My mind craves its guilty pleasures but my heart knows better

A lifetime ain't worth a single day

 

To combat my mind is terror, I prefer to just bare witness

Take yourself out of the frame and see the big picture

 

Yet these desires don't cease

I yearn for its taste

That sweet aroma moaning my name

 

Fertile mind filled with crops

I struggle to understand my harvest

The reward must be hidden in the labor

Hidden too well, it seems

  • Author: awanderer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 24th, 2021 22:54
  • Category: Erotic
  • Views: 14
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  • kitty the naughty poet

    Everyone deserves playtime ... even adults lol its just that ours is a bit different lol.
    I enjoyed your poem happy holidays qnd thanks for sharing



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