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Mermaid On A Sunday

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*Mermaid On A Sunday*

Don't look at a woman with lust
The pastor said on a Sunday
Even my thoughts can be guilty
But my mind didn't slither
It only smoulders with memories
Of the day you winked at me

If admiring your curves
Will make me a sinner
Then let me burn in hell
But before that
Let me tell the truth
Of the maker's partiality in your craft

Liars are children of the devil
The pastor said on a Sunday
But I'm refrained from saying the truth
A reality that our conscience can't deny
Gaping at the sacred truth
That even the blind can see your beauty

If loving you
Would take my all
Then be my all
And cause me to be fulfilled
My heart a vast ocean
Flowing with the fantasies of our superstition — mermaids.

Don't look at a woman with lust
She is no mortal
I can see it in her smiles
They're rare and divine
I think I lost myself
Thinking of a mermaid on Sunday.

©Achi Gp Nuel.

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