I am hungry for his lustful sin-
his beautiful enemy body.
He smells of sweet love-
he, too, longs for this lustful sin.
What we do
cannot be undone.
Don't stop. Remember,
I chose you.
If this is wrong,
why does it feel so right?
If he is not to be,
why is he the one?
Pleasurable pain
races through my body.
'Tis with only a touch
and a kiss.
This feeling. This burning.
This uncontrollable desire.
This want. This need.
This lustful sin.
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