Our Crime

Our Crime

Our Crime

The mind is the biggest sex organ
That doesn’t mind thinking, not holding
It creates notions surreal
It’s almost the same as we feel

No wonder he said, ‘hugs aren’t necessary’
He used me as his own accessory
To erotic crime, passion no doubt
And to me he’ll be always devout

No regrets are felt providing this
I was happy to be accomplice
Yet, if not for established regime
We could have been living our dream

It’s as good as we ever imagined
For him I dressed always in fashion
His presence was guiding my soul
Through loss, it was he who consoled

And I gave him feeling, DESIRE
That he soon burned up in his FIRE
And now we can see eye to eye
In truth of it all, I can FLY!

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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