《 CONFESSION 》

I confess....

There are urges in my body

And that sensational taste of yours

Still lingers on my lips

While I float

I love the way your hands undress me

I love the way your tounge mold mine

So lay me on desk

And use me as a paper

And you be that ink

Allow your thoughts to pour on me

Inscribe your confessions

Just like I did.