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Our Pleasure and His Grace

She’s having sex,
With a sealed mouth
Speaking no word.
Not letting him,
Hear her voice.
Having no form,
Of conversation.
She can’t wait,
For this ecstasy,
To be over.
She can’t wait,
To leave his chambers
For she is definitely,
And she will definitely be,
Ashamed of herself.
But she just would,
Let her body feed itself
She would bare,
Her shame tomorrow
She would bow,
Her head in shame
Yet, she knows one thing
The Lord would forgive her
Would she forgive herself?

N:B: Do not paint the scene, breathe in the words.

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