Apr 2019
I kissed her:
Forbidden fruit.
Sweet
But the memory is sour.
Now
I am alone.
Ashamed
For betraying you.
The pain
My punishment.
Forbidden fruit.
Sweet
But the memory is sour.
Now
I am alone.
Ashamed
For betraying you.
The pain
My punishment.
(M/York, England)
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