MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

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INSIDE, YOU SWAY SINISTER NOTES TO DOTE, GLOAT….

IN ME INTERNALLY, FOR ETERNITY, WAITING FOR YOUR CHANCE

TO DANCE WITH ME….REUNITED…..

MY MIND SCREAMS FOR YOU TO SING ME TO SLEEP…

HARD, DIZZY, MAKE ME CRAZY PICKING DAISIES….

MILES AND MILES OF SMILES SHINE DOWN ON ME

AS BLANKETS OF NIGHT SURRENDER TO FALLEN SOULS…..

YOU, BEING ONE OF THEM, SURFING SOLAR CORDS….

TWIST ME, BEND ME, MY FEET WALKING TIP-TOE ON SNOWY

FEATHERS…

CRANIUM ACHES TO SERVE YOU IN ARCHES….

SKULL SKIPS BEATS JUST SO YOU WILL REPEAT…..

YOU WEAVE ME IN BERRY FLAVORS ON MOSES TIME LINE…

I WONDER IF I WILL EVER SHED WINGS, FINALLY FALLEN TO

EARTH IN SHATTERS…WOULD YOU SAVE ME?

WILL ONE DAY I FORGET AND LOSE MY HEAD, STUFFED ON

YOUR WALL LIKE A TROPHY?

EYES STARING, DARING….

DELUSIONAL STUTTERS WALK ON WATER…

INSANITY DREAMS, AND I WAKE…..


CAN I BE YOUR DIRTY SECRET, SLIPPING BENEATH

LIPS THAT LIE IN DAINTY THRILLS….

GATHER MY HAIR IN SWIRLS, SEEING HOW MANY

COLORS I CAN CHANGE, ARRANGE….

YOU ARE MY POTION, DEVOTION….

WHEN NIGHT ARRIVES, I BECOME YOUR ILLUSION, DANCING

IN SILHOUETTES ON THE WALL….

NAKED, OPEN, COME, TAKE A PEEK….

I WANT YOU WICKED DRIPPING ON ME IN GEMS

OF COLORS, DISORDERLY IN FLOWING RIBBONS….

I WANT TO BE DELIRIOUS UNDER YOU, WRAPPED, CLAWED

ALL OVER YOU….

ON TOP I RIDE, GLIDE, SLIPPERY, SOUPY, HEAD UP, VEINS

CONNECTING TO JAZZ…

DON’T BE GENTLE, OWN ME, TAKE ME THERE, MAKE ME

FORGET TIME, LIGHT AND DARK FUCKING IN SAGE….

GRIP HIPS, PLAY DIPS AS I AM FULL ON YOU….

SKIN STRIPES, RED, WHITE, CANDY TIGHT….

FINISH ME OFF…….



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