Thorns sketch my stature
the ice fills my lips
I dwell in the lost where they hid
the caresses
of the lascivious wind
lost from the passive dominant
lost from the dormant sips
drugged with laughter
and your heated tricks
My shadow
stands a prisoner
in your succulent arms
that has passions
grilled through me
I cry to be swallowed
I cry to be pricked
to be a see through
in the sunlight
to satiate your eyes
that moan of desire
My face burns
where you touch
the breaths I spread on you
Spread me now,
sedate my fear
for the one temper
I saved for you
the ice fills my lips
I dwell in the lost where they hid
the caresses
of the lascivious wind
lost from the passive dominant
lost from the dormant sips
drugged with laughter
and your heated tricks
My shadow
stands a prisoner
in your succulent arms
that has passions
grilled through me
I cry to be swallowed
I cry to be pricked
to be a see through
in the sunlight
to satiate your eyes
that moan of desire
My face burns
where you touch
the breaths I spread on you
Spread me now,
sedate my fear
for the one temper
I saved for you
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