Love it pain and love is sacrifice, so when we are lying against eachother and your skin touches mine it feels like a billion flames igniting on my skin, and as your hands trail down my side I may have to gasp out of surprise. Not just because your soft caress feels like silk on my skin but because I'm shocked. Shocked that someone as perfect as you could love someone like me. So as we move in such an unromantic way I watch as your eyes cloud with lust. We whisper our sweet nothing into the air and pray it never ends. But it's not just the act we love. It's eachother. And we know the real reason we don't want it to end is cause we don't want us to end. Love is more than just an act of adultery. It's pain and sacrifice. It can be ugly or beautiful.Love is bitter and love is sweet. Love is death and decay but also life and growth. Love is me and you. And that the only sin we need to commit.
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Poetry
PoetrySome spoken word poetry I wrote when I was in a pretty horrible place , but now feel comfortable publishing because I'm okay again :)
