Our Own Twisted Dance.

How I long for the secrecy the unspoken sins, laid out so beautifully, on skin upon skin. Our giveaway smiles which no one else knew was our code for the while between me and you. The bitter-sweet taste, an abstract romance born and chemically laced by our own twisted dance. How I long for the deception! The cruel addiction of our lust- the sickly sweet aggression our own twisted dance, unsaid, unjust.