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The fire came into her soul a blessing, and left as a curse. //Poetry// and probably some writing in between// No. 1

(14) Sin/Lust

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by HayHay4325

by HayHay4325

Sin
Oh, the
sweet,
savory,
satisfaction
of sin.

It's wrong,
my God,
it's wrong,
but it feels
so good.

No wonder
we are
always
begging
for
forgiveness,

We
can't quite
resist
the
sweet
temptations
of sin.

Oh look I found another poem of mine that's pretty much sexual like this one so let's add them together, shall we?

Lust

Touch me,
feel me,
one more time,

I need to
feel your
body against
mine.

Your sweet,
seductive smile

And the hunger
in your
intoxicating eyes,

I want it all,
and I need it all.

You're so
demanding,
and I'm hypnotized
by it.

Pull my hair-
Get rough
with me-
Get wild.

I need
the sweet mix
of pain
and pleasure.

You've always
been good at
making it
hurt.

Let me
touch you,
feel you,
and please you
every night.

We both
know how
badly we
thirst for
it.

The sweet,
seductive,
succulence of
sin.