Blind faith

Blind Trust

We left shame far behind
and disgrace passed us by even sooner
We let ourselves go to the strains of passion
and drift along to the melody of our feelings
Ecstasy is where we will drown
Temptation will be our driving force

And who gives or will receive
Seems like a shifting process
For if I give, I will receive from you
For your writhing body
Will be the most beautiful sight for me
In blind trust

We find surrender in each other…

© Mrs Moriah
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