Sinful it is as the tears drop from your face.
Holding you tightly as my body begins to take over.
Sinful thoughts I think of as I console you.
Is it sinful to think protecting you turns me on?
Empowered I am to protect such a beauty who is hurting.
Comfort you I will in any way it may take.
A kiss to your cheek that slips slowly onto those ruby red lips.
Our bodies are craving as I am your protector, and you are the damsel in need.
Your pretty eyes begging for my touch.
Your hips grind as you try to get comfortable.
So sinful to have you sit on my lap, with those legs to wrap around.
Sinful, but instinctive it is to want to feel you.
Heat rising as our bodies continue to touch.
But those beautiful hips are begging me to take charge.
Kissing you my princess as you hide behind that hair.
It is not sinful to want a pretty little thing who is begging for more is it?
A tight squeeze as our hands begin to slip into the sinful thoughts.
The sin that began in the moment of a gorgeous princess needing a man to protect her.
Protect you I will, kissing you on that head as I begin to adore you.