Crying lov,

salty tears, brought throughout

those darken silent, fears..

seized between

trusted lies….

Measuring distant,

early morning, working days…

As another is found

caught within erotic play…

Ensnared in

a quick forbidden,

dishonest lov…

Intrigue romance

in amour of hatred

in our forgotten lov

to the one beloved…



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