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She tries to hide but I breathe sin into her skin
My fingertip feels a dip
A perfect fit 
Silver piercing; chilling skin
Do I detect a hint?
Of a laugh?
A smile?

Her soft, smooth skin
Rises
     And
          Falls
Like satin in the wind

I sense her scent lifted from silken skin
Drink it in

Grip her sides above her hips
Press the lipless to the lips
Her scent; her scent 

Kiss the crevasse and caress
Gasp for breath

Chest arise; hips retreat
Sinking in her sensuous heat 

Now it hits
Filling the dip with tears
Of lost years slipping
Through slits in shattered glass 

Her scent drenched in
Indecenceness

Loosing my grip on her hips
The lips retreat
In the freezing heat
Of sweet innocence

And I am to blame
Scorned and shamed
I’ve lost my perfect fit
A simple dip