These greedy thoughts won't let us go
we both are trapped and you don't know
thoughts unchecked run through my head
of you and I, tangled in your bed
I am tired of hearing your voice on the phone
I'd rather your breath on my ear as you moan
I am tired of our long conversations
they leave my appetite for you unsated
It's covetous, this unrequited desire
and your attentions are fuel to my fire
I sin every night as I think of you
Redeemed I would be if you sinned for me, too
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