Feeding the beast while walking through my dreams looking for my halo I lost somewhere in my grand scheme...
Tangled in thoughts of momentary lust, his skin my skin tangled like the roots
of the same soul...
If I am the keeper then he is my tempter longing for what I know I can not have
dreaming the dancing of his seduction, kissing his lips tasting his soul
Sweet is the fruits of my poison strong is the temptation of his words deep is the need I long for him to fill.
Dreaming of the passion his touch might hold liquid passion screaming in the night
come now ride this beast touch his skin stroke the storm from with in...
My skin begging for his touch long for his bite the blissful joys of his skin
tasting his flesh
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The more you run over a dead cat the flatter it gets...
Tangled in thoughts of momentary lust, his skin my skin tangled like the roots
of the same soul...
If I am the keeper then he is my tempter longing for what I know I can not have
dreaming the dancing of his seduction, kissing his lips tasting his soul
Sweet is the fruits of my poison strong is the temptation of his words deep is the need I long for him to fill.
Dreaming of the passion his touch might hold liquid passion screaming in the night
come now ride this beast touch his skin stroke the storm from with in...
My skin begging for his touch long for his bite the blissful joys of his skin
tasting his flesh
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The more you run over a dead cat the flatter it gets...
