Poetry?

My heart pounds and my loins ache when we're near, my blushing lips moist as the morning due.

Our forbidden lust, a fine mist of sin.

Seeped in violence and debotchory.

A mutual respect for all things grotesque, I just needed to get this off my chest.

As evil as it may seem

the passion it still steams.

Past and present merge as sad as it may be, I still can't help but see

you inside of me.