He is heaven . .
. . . I've already sold my soul
he doesn't have a clue
and I'll never tell him
what we share
is a like a fight and a fairytale
juxtaposed into this reality
he's the man for me
. . . he don't even know
and I'll be dammed if I tell him
I love him
plain and simple
I feel him
clawing through my flesh
like a lion on fresh ****
he completes me
. . . no other man can or ever, will
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 6:43 PM UTC
He is heaven . .
. . . I've already sold my soul
he doesn't have a clue
and I'll never tell him
what we share
is a like a fight and a fairytale
juxtaposed into this reality
he's the man for me
. . . he don't even know
and I'll be dammed if I tell him
I love him
plain and simple
I feel him
clawing through my flesh
like a lion on fresh ****
he completes me
. . . no other man can or ever, will
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