Heaven is Sin

His tanned hands on my pale skin

Awakens me once again

Gently he strokes down my curves

Never does he waver or swerve

He knows every inch like the back of his hand

When he touches me nothing could be more grand

Fingers find the secret place

As he stares into my face

He knows I am turned on by his touch

He knows I love him so very much

He keeps touching and teasing as he goes

This pleases me in ways he only knows

He whispers his love for me in my ear

And tells me he'll always keep me near

He continues with his journey on my skin

Until he can make me explode once again

I quake, I shiver with just his touch

Fingers move outside, inside and such

Then finally his fingers leave me

Only to be filled with him in such glee

He makes love to over and over again 

Who knew Heaven could feel like such Sin!