Sweet Sin

Sweet, reluctant sin,
How bitter you are,
I cannot quit you.

Your touch burning hot,
And yet my hand still reaches for you,
Afraid of being caught.

Cold, withering sin,
I despise you.


And yet here I am,
You and me,
hand in hand.





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