Flowers of sin

She tasted of sea water,
The scent of her skin,
Closer to the earth,
On her he smelled the flowers of sin,
Black as night her eyes,
In the onyx velvet of her hair he swims,
As she feathered soft kisses,
From the lushness of her petal lips,
On the curves of his neck,
Every breath he takes,
He's breathing her in,
The sleek vines entwine,
Pale and weak,
Yet he bends,
To the whims of the face,
That wants him,
She who is not afraid,
And does not pretend,
That she needs him,
Like a flower that needs the sun,
Even when she lays on the earthen bed.

~Rei Shiori