You’re perfectly built.
Tall and sturdy.
Light perspiration drips down your body
You catch my eye.
You are cold to the touch,
They have already labeled you,
And warned me.
But I see right through it all,
Ignore my screaming conscious
I approach you anyways.
Your taste is harsh
And I gasp for breathe.
But one little taste and I’m hooked.
The more I have, the more I want.
The more I have, the more intoxicated I become.
For now, all my worries and regrets are forgotten.
All night I’ll be in your control.
Morality isn’t an issue anymore.
Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 1:28 AM UTC
You’re perfectly built.
Tall and sturdy.
Light perspiration drips down your body
You catch my eye.
You are cold to the touch,
They have already labeled you,
And warned me.
But I see right through it all,
Ignore my screaming conscious
I approach you anyways.
Your taste is harsh
And I gasp for breathe.
But one little taste and I’m hooked.
The more I have, the more I want.
The more I have, the more intoxicated I become.
For now, all my worries and regrets are forgotten.
All night I’ll be in your control.
Morality isn’t an issue anymore.
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