We were torn asunder as viciously as our lips collided.
I kept my fists closed, arms wrapped around your neck
To hold you in the vice you held me would condemn us.
To bring us closer, we would
burn.
To caress you as intimately as you did I would be sin.
But the night saw ours, and I saw yours.
Your Satan's touch damned us to the core.
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