I want to hear the soft secrets you keep in the stars below your skin spoken in the lost language of hushed whispers and silent echos
I want to dance with the dark silk demons of shadow in your soul and disect what makes you beautiful beneath your sin
I want to read your every story of heartache and every triumphant tale
spread yourself before me and leave no page unturned
I want you in all your souls splendor and anguish
I want to be the name you moan when you bleed pleasure from pain
I want to be the bruise of loves teeth left below lusts skin
I want to know your every prayer to desire
I want to be the fire your kiss devours
I want to be the eyes your words are hungry to feed
I want you in a way that has become a desperate need
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC
I want to hear the soft secrets you keep in the stars below your skin spoken in the lost language of hushed whispers and silent echos
I want to dance with the dark silk demons of shadow in your soul and disect what makes you beautiful beneath your sin
I want to read your every story of heartache and every triumphant tale
spread yourself before me and leave no page unturned
I want you in all your souls splendor and anguish
I want to be the name you moan when you bleed pleasure from pain
I want to be the bruise of loves teeth left below lusts skin
I want to know your every prayer to desire
I want to be the fire your kiss devours
I want to be the eyes your words are hungry to feed
I want you in a way that has become a desperate need
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