#18

 
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I smell of sex
But the room's gone cold
And I think of you and not him
Those sweet little kisses
In the heat of the moment
Had been filled with such sorrow and sin
Now my body's pulsating
Yet I'm full of self-loathing
Seems I'd sought comfort in the touch of his skin
My naked intentions
Lay strewn on the floor
This was always a battle I couldn't win
Now here we are
In the cold aftermath
Entangled in guilt twisted limbs