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why won't you let me take you ?
I know it's wrong,
but I've come so far
and bled my soul before you –
the air is sweet with your beauty;
I can feel you consent with a kiss –
no other is here
it's only us,
no sin between;
nothing but a pure love –
please
I beg of you
... please
I am open before you
with all my truth and honesty and heart –
one may fight such mighty urges,
but by all the gods in heaven
you are all I need
and I can't let you go,
for if I do
I must live with the dreadful shame
that part of me is lost forever
and neither one of us would be complete
I know it's wrong,
but I've come so far
and bled my soul before you –
the air is sweet with your beauty;
I can feel you consent with a kiss –
no other is here
it's only us,
no sin between;
nothing but a pure love –
please
I beg of you
... please
I am open before you
with all my truth and honesty and heart –
one may fight such mighty urges,
but by all the gods in heaven
you are all I need
and I can't let you go,
for if I do
I must live with the dreadful shame
that part of me is lost forever
and neither one of us would be complete
Literature
This Kiss
Sometimes I dream about the flickering teasing in your voice,
Running my hands through your river long hair.
The beautiful promises you makes of my heart,
The candlelight words we've spoken in between.
More than often you've dated me with your love,
Shown me beautiful things in my life,
And like a fairy tale story,
Made me believe in all I want to believe about love.
So as you are holding me now,
I am tempted to give you just about everything.
And so long as you are letting me,
It'll have to start with this kiss.
Literature
Pure
All saints pose as Lucifer,
grayer than pure,
to read the tea leaves
and the angel words;
they fly through dreams,
they slip through
edgy judgments,
to sing permitted songs,
to find objections
ruled by grace.
The saints, they live
as Lucifer,
truer than pure,
they dream to fly,
to slip through
stony logic;
they slip through
dreams and logic,
the threat of falling
ever on their minds.
Literature
If you're not there
If my hands are cold,
It's because I need yours to hold them tight.
If my stomach gurgles,
It's because I need your arms around me to keep it down.
If my lips are dry,
It's because I need yours on mine to keep them well.
If I can't sleep,
It's because I need you to sing me a lullaby.
If I can't breath,
It's because you're not there.
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Wonderful. Absolutely beautiful.