Breathe in—
Smell dark iron; it’s fresh.
Give in—
To the call of the flesh.
Awaken—
This feeling inside me – it’s primal.
The craving, the lust – it is carnal.
Forsaken—
The reason, all thought – elude me.
The salt and the sweet – allure me.
Flow’s thick—
pure.
I seek—
you.
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 1:13 PM UTC
Breathe in—
Smell dark iron; it’s fresh.
Give in—
To the call of the flesh.
Awaken—
This feeling inside me – it’s primal.
The craving, the lust – it is carnal.
Forsaken—
The reason, all thought – elude me.
The salt and the sweet – allure me.
Flow’s thick—
pure.
I seek—
you.
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