you **** into my heart
just that makes it hard to breathe sometimes
under your dead-weight
maybe I should move
but you settle into my limbs that cling tight around you
I suffocate myself to inhale your heavy
I like this pressure on me
Fingers find the pressure points on you
I keep you so close
and maybe you feel smothered
a goner or a lover -
whatever; pick you poison.
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 4:43 PM UTC
you **** into my heart
just that makes it hard to breathe sometimes
under your dead-weight
maybe I should move
but you settle into my limbs that cling tight around you
I suffocate myself to inhale your heavy
I like this pressure on me
Fingers find the pressure points on you
I keep you so close
and maybe you feel smothered
a goner or a lover -
whatever; pick you poison.
