This was supposed to be a sonnet. We were royalty now we’re Soviets. We were lovers now we’re opiates. If I am to be perfectly honest. My ambition & intention were far from modest. Seductive foreplay in boxed wine. A dress lifts unveil in pale moonlight. Inside glistening hips & purring thighs. Exodus a priori sunrise. Cupid the charming. Eros was a liar. Amour, she was. She was a mercenary for hire. We’re both so horny & thankful, easy. For starry-eyed sedition, intimate if only in appearance. Not looking for a savior or an answer to all of our prayers. A crown of thorns & a burden too big to bear. I have my own homemade cross that I wear. Temptation, you were my favorite weakness.
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