We take off our clothes, leaving room for inquisitive drift, space to clarify the passionate darkness going through our bodies in an intense spiral. Our free will was decided by the wrongness that felt so good, the sin that without realizing it imprisoned us again.

He snatched the expensive dress from my skin and threw it somewhere in the hotel room. His eyes gleamed like those of a wolf having dinner served. I fixed my gaze on his long fingers unzipping his dark pants, I bit my lip, I knew in