The Sin Between Us 🌑❤️‍🔥

A Forbidden Fever Dream Trilogy (Poems) 🔥

Some love isn’t meant to be touched.

& most desire doesn’t wait for permission.

This is for the moments that happen in the glances, the tension that brews like a storm in silence, and the kind of temptation that tastes like heaven—but feels like sin.

The Sin Between Us: Rain, Lace & Ruin is a poetic trilogy that explores forbidden love, unspoken temptation, and the aftermath of crossing lines that were never meant to blur.

P.S. I’ve got something brewing for summer—a little fever dream of a short story that brings these poems to life. Stay tuned, it’s about to get even hotterrrrr I promise!!

I. We Never Touched the Same

you were never mine

but God,

I prayed like you were

every time your eyes

met mine

across the room

full of people

who didn’t know

what we were hiding

your touch was a ghost

on my skin

long before you ever laid

a hand on me

and when you finally did—

when your lips found

the hollow of my neck,

it wasn’t a kiss

it was confession

we said nothing

but the silence screamed

I want you

so loud

I still hear it

in my dreams

they’ll never understand

how we drowned

in glances

how we made sin look sacred

how we made a moment

feel like a life

you left fingerprints

on my soul

in places

you never even touched

II. What I Shouldn’t Want

(his POV)

I see you

and suddenly,

I forget the life I built

before your eyes

looked into mine

and lit the match

you walk in

like you don’t belong to anyone

but I know better—

I know you’re claimed

by someone else’s name

but that’s never stopped

my thoughts from wandering

your smile

makes me ache

in places I didn’t know

could ache

you shift in your seat,

cross your legs,

bite your lip—

and I swear,

you do it for me

even if you don’t say it

I want to taste

what I’ve only imagined

touch what I’ve only dreamed

ruin what I can’t have

because every time you leave,

you take a piece of my control with you

this isn’t love—

not yet

but it’s something worse:

it’s knowing I’d burn my whole life down

just to see

how soft you’d look

beneath me

III. We Shouldn’t Be Here

your back is to me

but your scent is everywhere—

on the pillow,

in my lungs,

between my legs

where the ache still lingers

you haven’t said a word

and I’m too afraid to ask

if this was real

or just a moment

we let swallow us whole

my body’s still humming

from your hands

but my heart?

it’s doing math

trying to count the pieces

I left behind tonight

the sheets are still warm

with sin

and silence

and the kind of truth

we only speak

with our hips

I trace your shoulder

but pull my hand back—

what are we now

besides undone?

your voice finally breaks

the quiet:

“this changes everything.”

and I want to say

no, it doesn’t

but the taste of you

still on my lips

won’t let me lie