temptation zara khan

TEMP TA TION

Forbidden skin meets searing sun. Wind dances over flowing locks. Bare legs brush thorny grass. A shameless daughter laughs, living for bits of sin, freedom. A shameless daughter, wishes to know what it is like to exist without sinful limbs or sinful laughs or sinful skin. To exist, exist without sin. She sits under hidden trees, skin feeling sun neck feeling breeze dreaming of small deprived pleasures. Freedom. x