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The reality of you is vibrantly irregular
The vulgarity of your touch makes me want to be handcuffed...
-Pause-
Tied up, choked up.
The four play out pours into my soul
Like milk, transparent like gold
Flow..
Drip..
Drop..
I want some more
I never knew I could feel like this before
As soon as you walk outside the door
I get into low battery mode, I need a charge.
I need some more.
I feel alive.
I feel adored.
I feel set free.
Let me start by saying...
You weren't what I planned for you to be.