You are the perfect definition of someone that I couldn't have.
You are so pure and succulent.
I'm too damaged to sink into you and lavish my desire.
I cant taint you, I shouldn't, I musn't.
I'll just have to look at you.
Brush my fingers over you hair and be mesmerized by your beauty.
Forgive me, i'm damned.
Forgive my intention.
Forgive the lapse in inhibition.
Forgive, for I am not forgiving to myself.
Forgive me.
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