Kept Woman
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Last published Thu, Nov 9, 2023
Confession of a kept woman.
Keeping my eyes closed
For you to stay
Shutting my mouth
So I can always feel your warmth
Our fire is burning my soul
I am now facing hell
But with you
I can taste heaven
Lies escaping your sinful lips,
Who cares? Pretending I'm a fool
Showing you I don't know it all
But babe, I know you better
I can never let you go
How can I move on?
For unknown reasons
My heart craves your affection
xx
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