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  1. ciccone-youth: thealwaysopenmouth: A savage thought becomes him. By the light shining through her dress. The flesh under his finger nails. The lips upon her chest. And with the night pressing on. She weakens behind his eyes. She yearns for him inside her. Collapsing by the bedsideYou want more. You got more. Can’t be too safe girl. It’s alright. Just undress. Her lips and his caress.We’re unveiling the curves of our bodies. We get along, along so well. We’re parasitic feeding. Off of the blood of someone elseTwo bodies lie shackled. By the clinching of their fists. One body lie injected. Behind the others hip. With the sun pressing on. She weakens behind his eyes. She yearns for him inside her. Collapsing by the bedside.You’re in point. Don’t slow downWith a God’s temptations. No sin love. It’s alright. I’ll be gone by the end of the nightWe’re unveiling the curves of our bodies. We get along, along so well. We’re parasitic feeding. Off of the blood of someone else. We’re siphoning the sex from all these feelings. We get along, along so well. A pulsating believing we werewere meant for sharing someone elseWhy can’t I feel you breathing behind my neck? Where have you gone? We Were meant for sharing someone elseHe awakes. Two souls embodied. He fell asleep between her legs. Medicate these part-time lovers. Is that love? They found love.

    ciccone-youth:

    thealwaysopenmouth:

    A savage thought becomes him. By the light shining through her dress. The flesh under his finger nails. The lips upon her chest. And with the night pressing on. She weakens behind his eyes. She yearns for him inside her. Collapsing by the bedside

    You want more. You got more. Can’t be too safe girl. It’s alright. Just undress. Her lips and his caress.

    We’re unveiling the curves of our bodies. We get along, along so well. We’re parasitic feeding. Off of the blood of someone else

    Two bodies lie shackled. By the clinching of their fists. One body lie injected. Behind the others hip. With the sun pressing on. She weakens behind his eyes. She yearns for him inside her. Collapsing by the bedside.

    You’re in point. Don’t slow down
    With a God’s temptations. No sin love. It’s alright. I’ll be gone by the end of the night

    We’re unveiling the curves of our bodies. We get along, along so well. We’re parasitic feeding. Off of the blood of someone else. We’re siphoning the sex from all these feelings. We get along, along so well. A pulsating believing we were
    were meant for sharing someone else

    Why can’t I feel you breathing behind my neck? Where have you gone? We Were meant for sharing someone else

    He awakes. Two souls embodied. He fell asleep between her legs. Medicate these part-time lovers. Is that love? They found love.