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Privileged sins

So many ways to worship you A temple warmed with our thirst Sacred as a fire between our skins Rituals to begin in a fine rush Tangling our limbs finding our breath Hands on the fire burns of your thighs My acts are silly and your scream is loud Peeling your skin pressing my tongue If, to be with you is a sin Im a culprit for my entire life Save my words Love and love only Theres no other thing such beautiful.

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