taboo the lines that lay between us scorching my marrow and I am guilty of this curse the gravity that lays betwixt our eyes a jagged breath of forbidden romance stricken of the love that must grow un-satiated like the taste of ambrosia to desiccated lips fruit of the gods beyond our reach taste of peaches the flavor of your loins melting upon the tip of my tongue as lust burns a
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