Sin
The taste of sweat.The taste of tears.
Full of satisfaction,empty of fears.
A simple addiction that feels so right.
A wonderful sensation that can last all night.
Your fingers tangled in my hair,my face pressed to your chest,
as i gripp a body only the good lord could have blessed.
Breathing gets harder as we try to win, in a room filled with the smell of sin.
We wonder what we are doing and we wonder why?
We know we can stop but we never try.
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