Your desire is the fire that ignites my most dormant inhibitions
The routine flummery that we call foreplay
The hiricine intimacy that bounds me in a state of monomania
Our vicarious experiences rival those of a penthouse fairy-tale
Our edacious appetite burns like the leaves of a fine cigar
Ready to take my breath away
Our part-time counsel is like the fullest moon
It only comes out at night
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
Your desire is the fire that ignites my most dormant inhibitions
The routine flummery that we call foreplay
The hiricine intimacy that bounds me in a state of monomania
Our vicarious experiences rival those of a penthouse fairy-tale
Our edacious appetite burns like the leaves of a fine cigar
Ready to take my breath away
Our part-time counsel is like the fullest moon
It only comes out at night
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