The sweetest sinĀ 

The sweetest sin

Begins with a grin 

A lick of the lips

A look in the eyes

A wetness between the thighs

A thrust of the hips

Short breaths

In between the little deaths

Come the taunting moans

That whisper in your ear

As you let go your fear

To the hand that owns 

Your heart

And holds you llke a work of art

Up into the new dawn’s light

Down at the end of the long night 

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