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I’ve tasted poisoned tongues

and licked my lips, hungry for more.

I’ve let Sin grope me and

Enjoyed every minute of it.



I surrendered to Lust’s pitied cry

and giggled when He whispered

sweet nothings into lonely ears



And I know I will grovel at

Lust’s feet again while my knees

become scorched on hot asphalt,

begging Him to take me back.