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Hot breath
Soft lips,
Trail a path down my neck.
Nerves,
Trembling deep within my core,
Setting loose a vicious roar.
An attraction so great,
A passion so fine,
Could paint a portrait of a thousand minds.
In love with the idea of this dangerous game,
Walking on needles around my mate.
To be with the one who I wish to surrender my very being,
Bound by wedlock to a heartless man.
He'll never understand my attraction to his second,
My affair with his brother,
To the man who grew up side by him,
For this we'd be hung for committing sins.



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