Sweet Sin
let’s not get carried away
with my cache of failings
and unbless’ed idioscyncrasies
the brain mysterious,
untouchable
mazed, unreadable
the heart lethal,
more ingenious
blowing smoke, big guns
bang, bang
love
bang bang, love
I’ll cover your skin
like soft, warm
cashmere
kissing the inbetweens
moments of sweet seduction
hypnotised, I’ll take
your swelling soul in
bang, bang
love
I’m a gangsta,
Sweet Sin,
Love
is a libertine
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Sweet Sin. Love. Libertine.
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