Illicit

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It was supposed to be wrong
Between me and this girl,
But it felt so right
And We spiralled down the whorls.

A longing built over
The decade that had passed
Unwrapped our fantasies
And they unfurled so fast.

There was no difference 
Between giving and taking
Our minds would resonate
As our bodies were shaking.

We lived in a moment
The desires of forever
I wondered if we’d have a story
But we just had that juncture

We existed only in that instant
And that ensured it’d be fine
We would remain an undefined dot
Till someone tried to draw a line.

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