I feel filthy
My mind has seen and thought of unspeakable lust
I continuously opened the door of my Paradise
Great fear has tiptoed into my wellbeing-wounded heart
The fear of being touched
Kissed
And made love to
Is overwhelming
All the excitement died
And I feel filthy
Save me from this misery my love
Nothing else could ever fix my dented soul
The blood is flooding my chest
My intercoastal muscles have been weakened
Be my surgeon
Love
Glossy eyes makes me blind
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 12:05 PM UTC
I feel filthy
My mind has seen and thought of unspeakable lust
I continuously opened the door of my Paradise
Great fear has tiptoed into my wellbeing-wounded heart
The fear of being touched
Kissed
And made love to
Is overwhelming
All the excitement died
And I feel filthy
Save me from this misery my love
Nothing else could ever fix my dented soul
The blood is flooding my chest
My intercoastal muscles have been weakened
Be my surgeon
Love
Glossy eyes makes me blind
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