Im too lazy to think of a title...

Keep these notions most pure to you,
Spare your white doves
From their rusted cage at least this night,
For our hotel – motel – love.

Let your gentle hands tug my sleeves
Before tearing, and
Ripping, and
Shredding every inch of fabric
That hides my skin. And
These nails, now talons scratch
Into my flesh, burying deeper
While tracing the neon lights
Which shines from
outside the window pane.
This thing, red
With lust, glows now before you.
Let you be the snake to prey
On this rat.

Let desire
Bridge this holy gap,
Which stands foreboding.
Allow trespass to your sanctity,
As we join our bodies as one
Sin.