Guilty Pleasure

He is my guilty pleasure

The one I know I shouldn't

But do, and I love to



He tastes like Heaven

Makes me feel like thats were I am

His kiss is the greatest of sins



His Body is lucious

The purest bliss

His touch is like fire to the skin



He is a seducer of the body and the mind

There's no resistence

The temptation only grows with time



He is the finest fantasy I've ever seen

He's so fucking sexy

Just looking at him is a tease


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Even if something doesn't last long, it's still nice to know it was once there

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Kathleen Mclallen's picture

This is a good one. I definately know the feeling. I really like this poem.