the broken virtue of love
your sweet and delicate skin
so benevelent and angelic
what is one mere man to do
I want to taste your forbidden fruit
to gain the knowledge of you
even if i am condemned
i must have you
it has only been you
it will always be you
every fiber of my essence draws me to you
my skin on yours
the broken virtue of love
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