She had a spouse but wanted to feel aroused. Her husband never satisfied her needs, So she was about to commit a forbidden deed. Oh, how she felt the need. She wanted to be set free, Oxytocin arises, His touch was mesmerizing. Both sneaking into bed, Breathing heavily, while her husband fled. Tell me pretty lies," she says, Unaware the man had left. "Back to square one," she thought, Now it's time to find another man. Oh, how she craved the touch, Why couldn’t her husband love her as much? She got possessed, Oh, how she was distressed. She must confess, But she became obsessed. The woman felt no regret. She just wanted to feel wet. Unfulfilled desire, Temptation prevailing, Leading to sinful acts that will be questioned. She secretly finds pleasure in the shame others impose on her, Loving the attention and being slurred. Embracing her high body count, Continuing her promiscuous acts.
Dam.. tbh I like it and it's true about some though
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