#phenomes

Sleep so much to symbolize I’m ready for death

I fear no man but quiver at the touch of her hands

Take my soul Live this lust Touch I must Can’t get enough I don’t know what this is but let’s not call this love

Paths I trace from your thighs to your face

Never been cannibalistic but I wonder how good you taste

A flavor I remember Heart cold like the winter Blood froze like water in December

So let me warm you up Hit yo guts So deep inside you my nightmares won’t come up

I know your fears your body a temple but your mind is a book

I let you think you slick but I know that your shook

See you hide your fears out in plain sight

I see them clearly like walking down a dark path with a flash light

But relationships are to strenuous we far to young

But old enough to appreciate the human body and the touch is intoxicating like rum

I am a silver snake I’m skilled with my tongue I got a book full of tricks to make you cum Grown up fun but still so young Reiterating nothing but my innermost passion

Daughter of Two piece with two eyes and two different personalities two ways to like touch and two different persons to love actually

She He Me We

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