Diary of a confessional Priest

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I cannot see
nor touch you
But God blessed me
with these ears

They crave your voice
Is it a waste
That only sins
can play this symphony?

My mind wanders around
the taste of passion fruit
besmirch be my soul
for is it just a sip

Please dear, sin again
and come back to me
the snake in me
is desperate for its charmer

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