Faithful

[Jabble524]

Faithful

Honesty is a disgusting creature, that we decorate with lies
Desires become more destructive, when they’re locked up inside
We believed that fidelity was necessary, until we looked into strange eyes
But we ignored the jealous undertow, and the changing of the tides

Their lips on your skin
My hands on strange flesh
Suspicion slithered into our minds
Poisoned our trust, and caused us to question things
That we thought were set in stone

[3ChinaPolicy2]

try changing 'my hands on strange flesh' to 'my hands feeling the burning sensation between my thighs'

i think that would really tighten up your stanza

[Jabble524]

Thanks, that's an interesting suggestion. I hadn't thought of that.

[3ChinaPolicy2]

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