I'd quench that thirst -
*evening satiation throbs in
my head, in my heart, in my* -
whenever you were thirsty.
I'd live without it -
*no shortcomings of vices in
the smoke, in the liquor, in the* -
unless only you instigate.
You keep on lying -
*can you let me escape the
thoughts, feelings, desire?*
- on that bed, those satin sheets.
Black lace and smoldering incense
cloud the hazy, lustful dreams
where the satisfied sighs, screams,
smiles were unforgettable.
I'm up in the sky and I can't
keep running away.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
I'd quench that thirst -
*evening satiation throbs in
my head, in my heart, in my* -
whenever you were thirsty.
I'd live without it -
*no shortcomings of vices in
the smoke, in the liquor, in the* -
unless only you instigate.
You keep on lying -
*can you let me escape the
thoughts, feelings, desire?*
- on that bed, those satin sheets.
Black lace and smoldering incense
cloud the hazy, lustful dreams
where the satisfied sighs, screams,
smiles were unforgettable.
I'm up in the sky and I can't
keep running away.
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