Forgive these lips, they find pleasure in strange places.
But these lips find joy most when pressed to yours.
My lips ache for the touch of your lips as my heart aches for you.
Forgive me.
I am a rogue in need of your love,
a degenerate consumed by passion.
My lust knows no bounds; my heart holds no quarter
Surrender to me and I will show you no mercy
Forgive my heart for it is lecherous and knows only desire
It is a prowling beast hiding in the shadows
waiting to pounce on the unsuspecting.
Incidental victims ignorant of the demand within
Forgive these eyes for they do wander,
Forever in search for their mate in yours
My eyes seek for your gaze as my being awaits the advent of you..
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BOOK OF THE SOUL: A UNIQUE POETRY COLLECTION BY ©ZAINAB S
PoetryPOETRY COLLECTION OF A TEENAGER WHO BELIEVES IN DREAMS. NO PART OF THIS PUBLICATION MAY BE REPRODUCED, STORED IN A RETRIEVAL SYSTEM, OR TRANSMITTED IN ANY FORM OR BY ANY MEANS ELECTRONIC, MECHANICAL, PHOTOCOPYING, RECORDING OR OTHERWISE WITHOUT THE...
