His hand crawls up my inner thigh I want to stop but I don't try And 'please stop' should be my first reply Instead I react with a passionate sigh With him in a small bed I lie And when we're done I always cry Then pray to Christ, whom I live by But tomorrow that prayer will be a lie I need to untangle thise knots that I tie His lips are warm with the ice of my breath 'Til what does us part? Sin or Death? I search for my pride, but there's not much left My confidence stolen, and I committ theft He tries to be clever while unstrapping my bra And I let him see what others have saw But why let them look when I'm sure that love falls Is my flesh so tender and raw? That he must come running with 18 year old claws No one ever said life would be easy An hour of joy to temporarily please me I am guilt and I am sin I will probably do it all over again Satan, stop your seductive grin God, He will help me. He'll help me win.Birth sign: Gemini
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