Another tortured poem for a horrible Saturday. Comments Please??????

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Another tortured poem for a horrible Saturday. Comments Please??????

The sacrament

When I touch you, the heavens shake,
Then your chest starts to palpitate.
finglers lightly touch, you smile,
lust in our hearts, It's you I defile.

Sweat on sweat, it feels like a crime,
Something sweet as this seems so sublime.
Just me and you, I can bareley contain,
The Gods are angry, thunder and rain.

Your kisses as addictive as an illegal drug,
I could lie forever, lost inside your hug.
Your body is a temple, where I come to pray,
A temple made of flesh, just for us to play.

I come to you an addict, hooked upon your love,
You are my toxic angel, sent from up above.
Lying on the bed, both tring to catch our breath,
It's no wonder orgasm, is called "the little death".

We always come together, the way it's always been,
Even though I know our love, It is a Mortal sin.
Gladly I would spend, all eternity in hell.
I'm totally committed, lost completely in your spell.

This I rewrote for the Girl I could not have. And the Girl I will.

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2 weeks ago
Jube, get hold of me tomorrow I need to talk

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: 2 weeks ago
Jube, get hold of me tomorrow I need to talk