they call it a sin.
but what do they know?
they dont know the way his eyelashes
look bathed in sunlight,
they don't know the sounds he makes while i'm under him.
they call it an abomination.
but how when all i feel is joy?
when the only place i’m really home is within his arms.
it thats a sin, then declare me guilty.
my guilt is not shame,
it's freedom.
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Author:
iurissi (
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