I've always been good at it
Such a promising talent
We must not speak of this lustful secret
Be chaste, be a lady, be silent
But when you slide within my walls
When you whisper your desires
When you slam into my being
All my morals begin to expire
My eyes darken with malice
My soul flickers with sin
My thoughts shutter with such kink
And I would do it all over again
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 11:41 PM UTC
I've always been good at it
Such a promising talent
We must not speak of this lustful secret
Be chaste, be a lady, be silent
But when you slide within my walls
When you whisper your desires
When you slam into my being
All my morals begin to expire
My eyes darken with malice
My soul flickers with sin
My thoughts shutter with such kink
And I would do it all over again
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