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The worst kind of Sinner

one Week ago
you were only but a ghost,
then suddenly
you are on my bedside at night.

Is this another dream?
Can we do as we please now?
Daring each other,
facing no punishment.

I've been to sharp for many men
but you master me so easily,
like a rubber band
you bend me to fit your desire.

Can you feel how hard I try
to pull your every string?
I want you to get hard
imagining my eyes, my lips, my skin.

So lay your hand on my back
in a gentleman kind of fashion.
You may brush my hair
like it's all going to be alright.
You must know it's madness,
'cause saints are the worst sinners.

This caprice lives on borrowed time
and an empty bedside awaits me.
Still, I wish to learn if you're anything
like this shameful poetry I write for you.

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Publicerad 2019-09-08 15:33

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  Domenico VIP
A brilliant text of vivid , clear and striking poetry!
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