New
Bluelight Crew
Semen tearing from my eyes
Trepidation in my cage
Muscles firing in and out
Sweating bullets on the stage
The must inflames my basal drives
Voices distort into rasping waves
Driving me inward into ourself
The words spiking our perfect days
Pulsating out the fluids so copious
Writhing in ecstasy all over our mess
The screaming, the grunting, the leaking, the moaning
Are the answers to our separate stress.
Trepidation in my cage
Muscles firing in and out
Sweating bullets on the stage
The must inflames my basal drives
Voices distort into rasping waves
Driving me inward into ourself
The words spiking our perfect days
Pulsating out the fluids so copious
Writhing in ecstasy all over our mess
The screaming, the grunting, the leaking, the moaning
Are the answers to our separate stress.
