Poetry?
My heart pounds and my loins ache when we're near, my blushing lips moist as the morning due.
Our forbidden lust, a fine mist of sin.
Seeped in violence and debotchory.
A mutual respect for all things grotesque, I just needed to get this off my chest.
As evil as it may seem
the passion it still steams.
Past and present merge as sad as it may be, I still can't help but see
you inside of me.
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