With the swing of her hips,

and the pursing of her full lips,

you’d gaze into her eyes and

peep her soul in which

you’d drown in tales untold.

 

You’d see forbidden things,

pleasures only life could bring,

you’d yearn for it and her

and never get anything. Now

your soul is not your own.

 

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