He acknowledged her suffering and kissed her wounds
Feeling such guilt,
That his remorse was through his tears
Vulnerable and in love,
His hand slipped beneath her head,
As their bodies softly descended onto the crown of the bed
Where they so passionately laid,
Overwhelmed and possessed by attraction
A motive to express a perfect rapture
Deep inside oneself,
There is another
An emotional love sort of distress
A mark that’s stained with his name
He took all of me

 
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