The hands that make me quiver with anticipation
the lips that are craved by every part of my body
the eyes I deem not to disappoint
the voice that silences my own thoughts
the hairs that brush against my skin
you halt my world with just a glance
love or lust
either way I cant get enough
either way I must
inject myself with your presence
for when you are not around
the demons call my name
trying to convince me to come down
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 3:26 AM UTC
The hands that make me quiver with anticipation
the lips that are craved by every part of my body
the eyes I deem not to disappoint
the voice that silences my own thoughts
the hairs that brush against my skin
you halt my world with just a glance
love or lust
either way I cant get enough
either way I must
inject myself with your presence
for when you are not around
the demons call my name
trying to convince me to come down
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