The H(a)unted
She frightens me
and not because she's so strikingly beautiful.
No.
What I fear is she might be so suitable
for me her presence could comfort my spirit
and uneasy soul like the prayers of a cleric.
But I want for no absolution;
an ablution to cleanse me of carnal pollutants
that spread from my loins to my head to my bed
littered with the petals of roses of red would surely suffice.
Free me from the vise
of the thought of her buttery thighs in my life.
I'm distraught...
almost caught in her crosshairs of love.
One shot through the heart is what I'm most scared of...
-HymnAgen
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