i'm full off new love; some, our shadows have compatible marrow, secret lovers love so my reserves are thick and thin as i am, i want for nothing
but, i know some malnourished fools can't remember the last time they had a belly full of anything close to it anxious to get what i got
the fat is in the fire and i'll be just as much the supplier of your provisions
full off new love; some, holds me so tight i swear we might become the sum of one type love thick reserves and the full measure of love we'll want for nothing
and i know some malnourished women who've suffered aspiration pneumonias, dehydration and electrolyte imbalance because they couldn't keep the generic brand down tissue damaged and toothless now as if they thought lust was less acidic
we're so satiated
ours, is an hourglass set in stone and i've flushed the seeping sand with oil and molasses; my nearly black blood, and your sugary secretions to thicken the grains to keep time, and so death at bay