• endofeternity 33w

    Written in Aug 2006

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    Sweet Sin

    Shades of your hair doesn’t matter
    When the dress slips from your skin
    Our dreams would never ever shatter
    As we begin to cherish our sweet sin

    Those long nails won’t scratch my heart
    While searching for a soul in my chest
    I feel your fingertips playing with my patience
    And wonder when every edge of mine would rest

    Your eyes steals away my freedom
    While penetrating my flesh
    Our heavy breaths would rhyme again
    In the equanimity of thresh

    The warmth of your arms won’t shake my will
    As they surround me, wrapped with thrill
    Our dreams would never ever shatter
    As we begin to cherish our sweet sin