The sky turns dark,
My bosoms bare,
Craving for your touch,
Shy under your stare.
The fingers that know,
And the skin that burns,
Burns for your manhood,
A solace to my thirst.
Hands entwined,
Our hearts as one,
Is there a more sublime delight,
Unknown to my Eden's flower?
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Prophecy [poetry]
Poetry❝ I'm a sinner whose only sin was to have loved too hard ❞ A prophecy of every soul that'd ever been caught in the whims of love and lust. One-liners and poetry.