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hymn
temp me with your kisses,
torture me with the thrill, of something so sensual, if only lust could kill. Id be your victim, ...I already am, moaning your name at twilight, until the early am. And my voice will echo through your ears, tempting, your contrive, contrite...polished persona. For my lust....you will die, as the victim,you will be mine. Moaning my name at twilight, until the early am. Recite the lovers hymn,again...and again. |