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Deadly

Gluttony will be the thing I am sent to hell for.
Not for money,
food,
material things.

Oh no, honey. You will be the reason.

Why on earth am I unable to pull away from those perfect lips?
Your kisses are what I crave, what I need.

You will be the reason.

I am drawn to every curve in your body and want to draw them in charcoal.
That way I can have it documented on paper,
“this happened.”

The tautness of you chest,
the slope of your hip.
“I grazed you here. I kissed you there.”

I will melt into you willingly and unabashedly,
let you take me far away to untraveled streets and never return.

You will be the reason.

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