I slowly gave it up.
My bare body lying high across the bed,
the candle light playing with my curves.
Here I am, thinking of you.
Somewhere, somehow, you say my name
In that angelical voice that yearns to sin like hell,
By fragments it comes to me,
the sweetness of your taste.
Can we give it up?
. Art from isa-wyrd
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