It was poetic in a way.


​I have forgiven myself for loving you. 

I repented from my wanting too. 

I have cleansed myself, both spirt and soul. 

I purged my heart of you; the fire is now cold.


I still feel this nymphs addiction coursing through my veins. 

Fingers pressed against my lips; slick, pudenda divides to call by name . 

Fighting for breath as our tongues search for lovers obsession.

I’ll give myself grace; stop this fantasy in action. 


Opponent to my orgasmic siren , I still crave you deeply. 

Our tantric playground treads not mindlessly.

It is a garden of bliss best enjoyed by you company.

Frail desires; crushed; pounded; dried and grounded to dust then ferried away.


I have forgiven myself for wanting you;

you never wanted us anyway.


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