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And yet the fever burns and I live with this ideal of eyes upon her flesh, taking what is mine. |
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I decry their foolish belief: "A lover should be hidden like a treasure". |
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They talk of duty when there only should be questions of pleasure. |
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I toss their commandments asunder, "thou shall not desire that thy wife is coveted..." |
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Yet there is a painful joy. |
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Take my hands, look in my eyes, tell me you've taken another. |
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Take my hands, look in my eyes, tell me you've taken another. |
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I look up to her with ecstatic burning eyes like a martyr. Crawling on bloodied knees. |
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I no longer separate the shame from the pleasure it arouses. |
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I no longer separate the shame from the pleasure it arouses. |
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What feeling could be more pure than betrayal by she who he loves? |
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Take my hands, look in my eyes, tell me you've taken another. |
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Do you know this joy of being betrayed and left like a dog? |
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Do you know this joy of being betrayed and left like a dog? |
