“spirtually and passionately alive”
Five deep breaths
tight, sharp pain in my chest
I don’t want it to end
But to continue means to embrace the worst End
and forsake my Saviour
Five soft touches
and I’m within his clutches
I have known no sweeter caress
Only in my dreams will I again find such caress
I cannot forsake my Saviour
Five hungry kisses
that turn to bittersweet reminisces
a forbidden taste of forbidden fruit
We are the Adam and the Eve that ate of this fruit
and I forsake my Saviour
Five fateful infidelities
We say it’s love’s complexities
But no, love should be pure
And there is too much filth with this love so pure
and I beseech my Saviour
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…lively jazz music, hot and raw as the steam of raw flesh.
— , Steppenwolf
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