you stand before me
with all your glory
beckoning to be touch
but forbided me to do so
I'm torn
between your morals
and my lust for you
do I listen to reason
only to leave horney
with unsatified cravings
or should I thrust
my hand in hopes
you will enjoy it to
and settle my desires
which I will regret in
the morning
force to beg
for your forgiveness
but I love you
or so I think
so my hands remain
in my pockets
my lust
unsatisfied
just to uphold
you morals |
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