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The first Sin !
It has become really a burden
If this is a mistake, please pardon;
to worship you in my own alter
and lust for you in my shelter
Let me be soaked in your
warm, soft, wet
rain showers
and it has become
a never-ending love
My thirstily lips are eager to taste away
the sweat that drops down
from your open breasts
It will stain my dried skin
making my first sin
A lifetime of pledge and promise
to be mutually, together shared
with the one you have chosen.
Two beings become one,
To shred us away from each other
would bring pain and torment,
Perhaps....death.
A pour of soreness
has ripped through
my body.
I have been torn.
I have been tortured.
I smell my own death.
Make my heart to break
against your bones
deafen me with
Your moans and cries
to fulfill my sins.
By Williamsji Maveli
If this is a mistake, please pardon;
to worship you in my own alter
and lust for you in my shelter
Let me be soaked in your
warm, soft, wet
rain showers
and it has become
a never-ending love
My thirstily lips are eager to taste away
the sweat that drops down
from your open breasts
It will stain my dried skin
making my first sin
A lifetime of pledge and promise
to be mutually, together shared
with the one you have chosen.
Two beings become one,
To shred us away from each other
would bring pain and torment,
Perhaps....death.
A pour of soreness
has ripped through
my body.
I have been torn.
I have been tortured.
I smell my own death.
Make my heart to break
against your bones
deafen me with
Your moans and cries
to fulfill my sins.
By Williamsji Maveli
Published 15th Aug 2013
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