đź’Ť
She may walk like fire
and speak like wine,
but her lips
carry the ashes
of another man’s home.
Desire is not worth
the ruin you inherit.
No glory is found
in tasting
a betrayal
you didn’t earn.
đź–¤
Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 2:29 AM UTC
đź’Ť
She may walk like fire
and speak like wine,
but her lips
carry the ashes
of another man’s home.
Desire is not worth
the ruin you inherit.
No glory is found
in tasting
a betrayal
you didn’t earn.
đź–¤
Never sleep with another man’s wife. Some doors are locked for a reason. Kicking them open only brings ghosts.
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