doofqueen
Bluelighter
Melting puddles of lightning,
and with an awe of static,
You calm my storm.
The sense of surrender,
On virgin senses of a wise woman
Is muffled with tenderness,
By a new sensation
Of restriction.
Pain and pleasure
where she thought,
Only exsisted in myths.
Protected, yet free.
Taken, yet unchained.
Sliding out of ego,
And sinking into you.
and with an awe of static,
You calm my storm.
The sense of surrender,
On virgin senses of a wise woman
Is muffled with tenderness,
By a new sensation
Of restriction.
Pain and pleasure
where she thought,
Only exsisted in myths.
Protected, yet free.
Taken, yet unchained.
Sliding out of ego,
And sinking into you.
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Love I have to hold back on for this one but definitly intense infactuation thats for sure. Me and my damn feelings. I have way too many ;-)