It should be sinful,
How soft his lips feel on mine
It should be a crime,
For how gently he holds me in his arms
The way he caress my long brown locks
And doesn't touch me like I'm a whore
And how his lips don't reach out to my neck
But my forehead, and he puts my skin on fire.
I wonder how long before I mess this up
How I sabotage this sweetness
Because of my sins
My own corrupt needs
My illness is such an irony
Today I run back to the one thing
I wish yesterday I would've,
Succeeded in escaping from.
I hate that I'm this way,
And I hate myself for making him my next pawn.
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Puisi1168th day and she's still at the same place. Her whole life has been packed up with accusations of impurity and insanity. The tale takes a twist when a hypersexual teenager falls in love for the first time. She's trying to be normal, in a not so no...
