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Lust comes knocking at my door
Your touch so inviting
As your lips awaken the
Demon raging inside me
I’m straining to free myself
But I remain helpless
I yearn for your taste
Aching for our embrace
The collision of our bodies
In a manner of nothing but
Unrighteousness
I never loved you
But the mere idea of you
Lust comes knocking at my door
I’ll let him take me tonight
As for tomorrow
Hatred, shame, disgust
I despise myself.
 Aug 2013 Andrew Robertson
Anna
Why do I love what you type?
Every tiny pixel, colored black and white
Painting all the colors
Of your burdened life.
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