Desire
I, too have touched the forbidden.
My fingers have run along it's smooth skin.
My soul has been brushed by it's decadence.
Now I look, only, upon it's face
Sitting under glass on the
Mantle of my memories.
I long not for temptaion but
I cannot help but dust the glass
And peer into my desire.
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