Now that her lips taste like comfort...
I sold my mind and,
Lost touch of reason and my within.
I made sense of the senses.
Murdered forever by her smiles,
I have fallen harder than fallin'.
In every kiss scripts of whispers blow;
"I am a pathetic victim of my emotions".
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 8:50 AM UTC
Now that her lips taste like comfort...
I sold my mind and,
Lost touch of reason and my within.
I made sense of the senses.
Murdered forever by her smiles,
I have fallen harder than fallin'.
In every kiss scripts of whispers blow;
"I am a pathetic victim of my emotions".
Based on M.J Rose' s novel, the Venus Fix.
It's all about a fixed obsession with psychosexual romance.
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