What lies beneath
Objects of passion Objects of lust... Soft as the caress of a mother's touch Protected by Eve's sin How ironic could it be? Appreciated only after sin? Aluring the primal by just a glance Offering guidance to the blind Close to the heart when you dance Confusing the purest of intentions Indulging the greatest urge Bringing two great contentions
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