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Between the saint and the sinner I've lost my footing I feel the clothes tugging off me And the pants coming undone And the sweat seeping into the sheets And I wish I could feel the eyes judging me because I think it would be hot I wish I could feel the guilt When I'm being pushed into When I'm lost I wish I could be found outside myself I wish I had another hand to grasp Another neck to bite More skin to tug at. The sneaking rush is what I want The naughty giggles I want to be right For all the wrong reasons The corruption The seduction I want the regret I want to avert my eyes and blush At the mention of a .... I want flesh To make me anxious To make me feel like I am going to hell.
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Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 2:06 AM UTC
Sin
Between the saint and the sinner I've lost my footing I feel the clothes tugging off me And the pants coming undone And the sweat seeping into the sheets And I wish I could feel the eyes judging me because I think it would be hot I wish I could feel the guilt When I'm being pushed into When I'm lost I wish I could be found outside myself I wish I had another hand to grasp Another neck to bite More skin to tug at. The sneaking rush is what I want The naughty giggles I want to be right For all the wrong reasons The corruption The seduction I want the regret I want to avert my eyes and blush At the mention of a .... I want flesh To make me anxious To make me feel like I am going to hell.
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Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 2:06 AM UTC
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