You drive your hands so deep into my throat
And oh how I ache from head to toe
And oh the colors on my freshly marked skin
I am livestock, and you brand me with kisses and lust
Your hands up my skirt, brushing over my lace, while your god is watching you fall away from glory and inside of me
We taste like sin
And oh how sweet it tasted going down my throat
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
You drive your hands so deep into my throat
And oh how I ache from head to toe
And oh the colors on my freshly marked skin
I am livestock, and you brand me with kisses and lust
Your hands up my skirt, brushing over my lace, while your god is watching you fall away from glory and inside of me
We taste like sin
And oh how sweet it tasted going down my throat
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