🅰nointed lips whisper sins of silk,
🅿leasures bloom where morals wilt.
🅷earts burn in forbidden flame,
🆁apture hides beneath her name.
🅾bedience dies with every kiss—
🅳esire becomes the serpent’s bliss.
🅸nnocence fades, replaced by ache,
🆂hivers rise the more we break.
🅸n twilight’s vow, the pulse won’t cease,
🅰phrodite drinks our borrowed peace.
🅲ursed or blessed — we call it love.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 3:31 AM UTC
🅰nointed lips whisper sins of silk,
🅿leasures bloom where morals wilt.
🅷earts burn in forbidden flame,
🆁apture hides beneath her name.
🅾bedience dies with every kiss—
🅳esire becomes the serpent’s bliss.
🅸nnocence fades, replaced by ache,
🆂hivers rise the more we break.
🅸n twilight’s vow, the pulse won’t cease,
🅰phrodite drinks our borrowed peace.
🅲ursed or blessed — we call it love.
both divine and dangerous — the line between pleasure and damnation. It’s about how desire can awaken both heaven and hell within us.
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