u/AmazingLight611

He was a sailor,
his skin freckled,
each mark a lingering kiss
from the sun,
soon to be softened
by the kisses from my tongue.

He was a sailor,
his eyes grey—
storms brewing just beyond the bay,
pulling at the depths
buried beneath my skin.

Oh, my sailor,
oh, my married man —
an ode to the man
who turned me into a siren.

My lips taste of your salt,
my skin wet from your kiss,
my body pulled beneath you,
my hips swaying like a tide
beneath the moon.

He was a sailor,
and he returned to the shore —
a home, a wife, a family
awaiting his return.
But does he ever think of me,
the siren who awaits
beneath the waves of sin?

He was a sailor,
his skin freckled,
each mark a lingering kiss
from the sun,
soon to be softened
by the kisses from my tongue.

He was a sailor,
his eyes grey—
storms brewing just beyond the bay,
pulling at the depths
buried beneath my skin.

Oh, my sailor,
oh, my married man —
an ode to the man
who turned me into a siren.

My lips taste of your salt,
my skin wet from your kiss,
my body pulled beneath you,
my hips swaying like a tide
beneath the moon.

He was a sailor,
and he returned to the shore —
a home, a wife, a family
awaiting his return.
But does he ever think of me,
the siren who awaits
beneath the waves of sin?

He was a sailor,
his skin freckled,
each mark a lingering kiss
from the sun,
soon to be softened
by the kisses from my tongue.

He was a sailor,
his eyes grey—
storms brewing just beyond the bay,
pulling at the depths
buried beneath my skin.

Oh, my sailor,
oh, my married man —
an ode to the man
who turned me into a siren.

My lips taste of your salt,
my skin wet from your kiss,
my body pulled beneath you,
my hips swaying like a tide
beneath the moon.

He was a sailor,
and he returned to the shore —
a home, a wife, a family
awaiting his return.
But does he ever think of me,
the siren who awaits
beneath the waves of sin?

The taste of his salt on my lips
in the middle of the night.
His gentle hands combing through
the strands of my hair,
his whispers lingering
like smoke in my ears.
Good girl, he repeats.
His fingers wiping away
the shine gathered on my lips.

We meet in the middle of the night,
hiding discreetly from his wife.
He easily found me,
unraveled me,
devoured me.
My married man.

The guilt and the desire
clash within me.
I want to cry,
I want to vomit,
and I want to crawl to him —
all so he can call me
his good girl.

He kissed me.
I didn’t know what to expect,
I didn't know it was so intense,
I did know I wanted to do it again.

He kissed me,
I keep thinking about it,
I keep reliving it,
I keep wishing for it.

The feel of his breath on my skin,
The way his eyes watched me,
The feel of his tongue on my tongue.

He pinned me against the wall,
I remember trembling from nerves.
He asked if it was okay,
He was so close.
I remember shaking my head
Yes,
I wanted him closer, and he was.

I remember holding onto him,
Holding onto his sharp blue suit.
So clean, so crisp, so cutting.
I felt so powerful
when I pushed it off his shoulders.
It was just like a movie.

He kissed me.
His lips lingering above mine,
His lips capturing mine,
As his hands tightened around my thighs.
His gaze heavy on mine,
My green meeting his grey.

I don't want it to stop,
I don’t want to stop.
He’s not mine,
But for a single hour,
For a single minute,
For a single second,
He was mine.
And he kissed me.

The taste of his salt on my lips
in the middle of the night.
His gentle hands combing through
the strands of my hair,
his whispers lingering
like smoke in my ears.
Good girl, he repeats.
His fingers wiping away
the shine gathered on my lips.

We meet in the middle of the night,
hiding discreetly from his wife.
He easily found me,
unraveled me,
devoured me.
My married man.

The guilt and the desire
clash within me.
I want to cry,
I want to vomit,
and I want to crawl to him —
all so he can call me
his good girl.

He kissed me.
I didn’t know what to expect,
I didn't know it was so intense,
I did know I wanted to do it again.

He kissed me,
I keep thinking about it,
I keep reliving it,
I keep wishing for it.

The feel of his breath on my skin,
The way his eyes watched me,
The feel of his tongue on my tongue.

He pinned me against the wall,
I remember trembling from nerves.
He asked if it was okay,
He was so close.
I remember shaking my head
Yes,
I wanted him closer, and he was.

I remember holding onto him,
Holding onto his sharp blue suit.
So clean, so crisp, so cutting.
I felt so powerful
when I pushed it off his shoulders.
It was just like a movie.

He kissed me.
His lips lingering above mine,
His lips capturing mine,
As his hands tightened around my thighs.
His gaze heavy on mine,
My green meeting his grey.

I don't want it to stop,
I don’t want to stop.
He’s not mine,
But for a single hour,
For a single minute,
For a single second,
He was mine.
And he kissed me.

He kissed me.
I didn’t know what to expect,
I didn't know it was so intense,
I did know I wanted to do it again.

He kissed me,
I keep thinking about it,
I keep reliving it,
I keep wishing for it.

The feel of his breath on my skin,
The way his eyes watched me,
The feel of his tongue on my tongue.

He pinned me against the wall,
I remember trembling from nerves.
He asked if it was okay,
He was so close.
I remember shaking my head
Yes,
I wanted him closer, and he was.

I remember holding onto him,
Holding onto his sharp blue suit.
So clean, so crisp, so cutting.
I felt so powerful
when I pushed it off his shoulders.
It was just like a movie.

He kissed me.
His lips lingering above mine,
His lips capturing mine,
As his hands tightened around my thighs.
His gaze heavy on mine,
My green meeting his grey.

I don't want it to stop,
I don’t want to stop.
He’s not mine,
But for a single hour,
For a single minute,
For a single second,
He was mine.
And he kissed me.

The taste of his salt on my lips
in the middle of the night.
His gentle hands combing through
the strands of my hair,
his whispers lingering
like smoke in my ears.
Good girl, he repeats.
His fingers wiping away
the shine gathered on my lips.

We meet in the middle of the night,
hiding discreetly from his wife.
He easily found me,
unraveled me,
devoured me.
My married man.

The guilt and the desire
clash within me.
I want to cry,
I want to vomit,
and I want to crawl to him —
all so he can call me
his good girl.