At the Hands of Lust
Pressed up against my body,
Skin hot yet cool under yours.
Lips tasting, and craving, and wanting me-
I'm completely insane.
Push and pulled and swallowed by you,
It's the consmmation of me,
So this is how I will leave the world!
I never thought I'd die at the hands of lust...
To think my worst sin had been envy.
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