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My Apologies to the Jury
our sweet sin
is filthy
and the steady heat
inside your bones says so
your tight grip
around my throat insists
we are an incandescent bruise
a persistent throb of blood
helpless lust
is filthy
and the steady heat
inside your bones says so
your tight grip
around my throat insists
we are an incandescent bruise
a persistent throb of blood
helpless lust
Published 20th Sep 2014
| Edited 21st Oct 2015
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