Gazing at the wreath that lied above

I stood semi-bent on my knees

Wanting this bare moment

To be filled with lip-moisture

And then you healed me

Of my sin of being a leper on my lips

As you kissed me playfully

And in that instant

Every fiber of mine thawed and melted

As I was healed of my lip leprosy

But now I was a leper all over

Dripping with lust

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