Desires
Desires. Desires are the real guilty, not me. If we repressed them we would all die, slowly day after day. But if expressing, living and realizing them is a fault, I want to be the most guilty of women.
Desires. Desires are the real guilty, not me. If we repressed them we would all die, slowly day after day. But if expressing, living and realizing them is a fault, I want to be the most guilty of women.