I came as fresh as pine
My skin deep in scars
Of amber sap.
Never before had the
Flesh been warn
By the stripe
You did strike and begin to
Muster up as lust does
An incubus within
Who took pride in
His body suit
So willful
To touch and sin
He takes up his chord a spell
A shadow of Black Mary
No boundaries
Between trust
And I serene in slumbers art?
Spoken for my dreams
Of spirits drift
asleep.
A fire
Deep.
Burns out circumstance to decision.
Oblivion.
The back we scratch at 1:56
The gorgon casts
A distinct stare.
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 3:32 PM UTC
I came as fresh as pine
My skin deep in scars
Of amber sap.
Never before had the
Flesh been warn
By the stripe
You did strike and begin to
Muster up as lust does
An incubus within
Who took pride in
His body suit
So willful
To touch and sin
He takes up his chord a spell
A shadow of Black Mary
No boundaries
Between trust
And I serene in slumbers art?
Spoken for my dreams
Of spirits drift
asleep.
A fire
Deep.
Burns out circumstance to decision.
Oblivion.
The back we scratch at 1:56
The gorgon casts
A distinct stare.
Perv I thought was my friend feeling me up.
