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I looked at him as a friend,
until the day I realised I loved him,
and the lines between us began to blend,
guilt swirling in my stomach as we sang our hymns.
I'm scared as hell to want you,
but here I am wanting you anyway.
Your pretty eyes that had not a clue,
my thumping heart in underplay.
Our Lord would cast me aside,
if only he knew what thoughts swam in my head,
when we went down to the riverside,
or how I want you in my bed.
Is it truly a sin to love you so,
when you look at me with your heart aglow?
Why must I be so full of woe,
hiding away from you in the shadows.
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Unspoken Serenades: Poetry
PoetryA collection of my poetry. I am quite the amateur so don't expect anything ground-breaking. This book will feature romantic, erotic and humorous poetry. It will serve as a poetry journal and will be updated regularly whenever I happen to write somet...
