Temptation - Z

A little bit of something I haven't kissed, A little bit of a line I inch closer to Help me chain myself Anchor my soul and body A gradual slow crawl to a halt Rolling eyes at the visual premonition Surely this must be in jest, old feelings emerge and though not mine Niche tastes flap on my tongue Inquisitiveness turns to desire Clamping down on the Beast Time is a cruel mistress, is she not? Yesterday bought stability Now today bought sins to light. eu sunt dracul chuckle

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