My eyes invite seductive.
A smile will ignite a flame.
The warmth of your skin on mine well drive you insane, whlie wishing and begging for more.

I know I'm wrong to desire you in such a way.
To feel comfort in your embrace, to shudder when you touch my waist, to melt when you kiss my neck.

My soul starts to cry acknowledging it's wrong, it's ashamed and filled with guilt
Oh why.. why was I ever touched by such bliss.

I know I'm wrong and you won't forgive me but I'm hoping that you will understand me.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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