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This bitter taste lurks inside my mouth where you’ve placed it, with your words of sympathy and your condescending tone. Sometimes I feel that you don’t understand, or maybe it’s just that your tongue is tangled up in knots again. This vermilion sin of lust that I’ve licked off your lips belongs to nobody now. It’s all consuming, and I’m willing to sacrifice myself to it just to have some peace and quiet. I’m willing to open the flood doors and let it all come out, let you in, except that’s not what you want at all. The emotions only seem to clutter the picture you’re trying to paint, a scene of heaven composed of original sin and romantic ideals. Your mouth on mine silences all the things you say that get under my skin, but your tongue intertwined with mine creates a new form of torment under the guise of pleasure. The bittersweet taste in my mouth doesn’t transfer to yours. It merely haunts me, reminding me of what I’ll never truly have: your understanding.

Description
This bitter taste lurks inside my mouth where you’ve placed it, with your words of sympathy and your condescending tone. Sometimes I feel that you don’t understand, or maybe it’s just that your tongue is tangled up in knots again. This vermilion sin of lust that I’ve licked off your lips belongs to nobody now. It’s all consuming, and I’m willing to sacrifice myself to it just to have some peace and quiet. I’m willing to open the flood doors and let it all come out, let you in, except that’s not what you want at all. The emotions only seem to clutter the picture you’re trying to paint, a scene of heaven composed of original sin and romantic ideals. Your mouth on mine silences all the things you say that get under my skin, but your tongue intertwined with mine creates a new form of torment under the guise of pleasure. The bittersweet taste in my mouth doesn’t transfer to yours. It merely haunts me, reminding me of what I’ll never truly have: your understanding.