Wife Breastfeeding Husband Islam

I want to burn your body,
flames of a thousand sins.
I want to steal your soul,
to paint it black, the more stringent
sin.
I want tattooed on your mind,
drawings of pleasure,
empty jars of feelings, emotions
waterfalls.
I want to affect your skin,
with lips of fire,
desecrate your temple.
For you, I want to build a new

hell of endless rounds. I want
blindfolded, undressed
shame,
owned by freedom
heated only by sins.
I want, I want to ...

pick your flowers.