I was pressed against the wall
Your mouth was tearing me
melted everything
nothing but skin… between
its soft meeting the hard
your hands all over me
tangled all up in you
was the best place to be
If you fake I’ll confess (for you)
are you hate or regret? (just choose)
my freshly loaded Weapon
Target locked on you
excuse amounts to nothing
That’s my point of view
Inside me, Dreamtime biting
I opened up for you
Burning sweat down your thighs Pulling
you so hard …& tightly still
Rake your nails, across me slowly
Twist exquisite violence
Ache to feel alive
When I… Decide
To see your eyes again tonight
If you fake I’ll confess (for you)
are you hate or regret? (just choose)
my freshly loaded Weapon
Target locked on you
excuse amounts to nothing
That’s my point of view
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