my desire for you
grows your hunger,
blink the night away
in a mad dance of inertia
of slow building tempest,
grows your hunger,
blink the night away
in a mad dance of inertia
of slow building tempest,
the ink of the your touch
tattooed on my skin
the smell of you
stuck in my head
spell-laden eyes
break them or don't
go ahead
here i am
hopelessly entangled
in your bed...
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