You seek forgiveness for your sins,
Yet the taste of Eve’s apple lingers between the hemispheres of lust.
The serpent entwines us,
My porcelain skin bristling with desire for the touch of your dark hands, longing for pleasure to carve deep into my void.
My dew glistens along our invisible bonds,
You watch from afar,
Temptation takes hold.
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