My love is like an untamed flame, though you're it's willing pray
When doubts arise, our insatiable love that seems to break threw
Sweetest is the taste of sin drips from your lips
Your love is like a razerblade kiss
The sweet desire of lust remains within the sweeping walls
We're concealed by this forsaken love
Your skin soft to the touch
Gone with a sin
A sin as nice to me
It's our little hearts grave and the salt in our wounds
Our love will be forever entombed under the crescent moon
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 5:55 PM UTC
My love is like an untamed flame, though you're it's willing pray
When doubts arise, our insatiable love that seems to break threw
Sweetest is the taste of sin drips from your lips
Your love is like a razerblade kiss
The sweet desire of lust remains within the sweeping walls
We're concealed by this forsaken love
Your skin soft to the touch
Gone with a sin
A sin as nice to me
It's our little hearts grave and the salt in our wounds
Our love will be forever entombed under the crescent moon
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