21.6.04

Darts Of Pleasure

You are the devil that sells a line of dark fantastic passion.

I know that you will surrender.

You can feel my lips undress your eyes. Skin can feel my lips, they tingle tense anticipation on it. This one is an easy one, feel the word and melt upon it. Words of love. Words so leisured. Words are poisoned darts of pleasure.

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