Kamran Minder

My Guilty Pleasure

I write to express, not impress.If you think I'm talking about you in any of my poetry, I probably am.






You are my guilty pleasure.
You are venim to my veins.
You cause me so much pain.
But why won't I leave you alone?

Something continuously draws me to you.
My mind fills with lustful thoughts when I see you.
You make me so crazy.
But why won't I leave you alone?

I love when you touch me.
Yet, I hate when you touch me.
You know exactly what to do to me.
But why won't I leave you alone?

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