Brianna N R Wine (9-29-1995 / USA)
I'm gonna find your heart.
I'm gonna erode your layers away,
I'm gonna catch ablaze for you, make you melt.
Start a fire, burn for you, yearning suppressed just below the surface
My mind is set on you, my heart a rapturous ache
I'll use my lips to make you mine; too soon I'm already yours.
Let's yield together.
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