He occupies a place
in the ballroom of my sleep
I hear his footsteps moving in
this man I could not keep
Of two decades, new flames arise
and fresh obsession bleeds,
I live in him, and he in I
we’re bound in thought, not deed
And if, by chance, I meet him
and error should set fire
to the life I have created
my lust would not expire
He’s the itch I should not scratch
the price I cannot pay
so I **** him in my ballroom
and dream the night away
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 6:54 AM UTC
He occupies a place
in the ballroom of my sleep
I hear his footsteps moving in
this man I could not keep
Of two decades, new flames arise
and fresh obsession bleeds,
I live in him, and he in I
we’re bound in thought, not deed
And if, by chance, I meet him
and error should set fire
to the life I have created
my lust would not expire
He’s the itch I should not scratch
the price I cannot pay
so I **** him in my ballroom
and dream the night away
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