A night slept with disgrace
Common sense; misplaced
A stance or an actual race?
A trace to be erased
Image has its own pace
Unknown; just skin and bone
Embrace like a close kin you've never met before
Sometimes as if just a daily chore
Longing for lust from my true inner core
Shut up!
You're such a moaning stranger
Nothing more
Get out! Madam
Just bring my ***
Pack your flesh and roll your drums
You're just trash plus a mess
I know love, lust
that all hurts
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 9:38 AM UTC
A night slept with disgrace
Common sense; misplaced
A stance or an actual race?
A trace to be erased
Image has its own pace
Unknown; just skin and bone
Embrace like a close kin you've never met before
Sometimes as if just a daily chore
Longing for lust from my true inner core
Shut up!
You're such a moaning stranger
Nothing more
Get out! Madam
Just bring my ***
Pack your flesh and roll your drums
You're just trash plus a mess
I know love, lust
that all hurts
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