Contrary to popular belief
I am not, positively not, a thief
It happened before I met her
Was already surrendered to the swelter
The devil had swept me onto sheets
Could be carrying his anti
Nine months that can't lie
I say, "No, it's not yours!"
My check on his chess board
But why did I deny?
A sweet bundle with his pupils
Where the hell were my scruples?!
Still reminiscing those acts
A secret we kept as a pact
Possible siblings have quadrupled
His blaze calls out to me
Blinding fervor invisible with ease
My thigh burns from his touch
A feeling I sinfully miss so much
For whose will shall I please?
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