A night Spring rain encourages rest

While my lips find her breasts

Only spirits are allowed to witness

Our need to be shameless

Her nails dig into my back

Lightning rebukes the black

This is not how saints should act

Screaming confessions without tact

We mix love with sin

As we both come to an end

They dream of us just being friends

As we swear this will never happen again


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