Lost inside your precious oblivion,
I hope to never find the right path
Continuously stupefied by deception,
I hope never to cross that through your wrath
Fingertips burning after every caress,
Lips swollen after every brutal kiss,
Every though inside my mind a mess,
as your hands roam above and around my hips
What is this to lead to?
How will I display my love for you?
Your penetration stealing my very soul,
our bodies entwined as one and we steal the show
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