I want more of you
More
Less
More
Less
I don't know
Anymore
Than I did
Yesterday
Or the day before
Or maybe even
Tomorrow
???
Why should I?
Of all The Others
Who come to me
Not one qualifies
To set me free
I wanna make these victims scream
As our bodies would steam
And fill the moon filled night
With our salty, smelly lust
So cover me in ooze
From your Love
As our demons snooze
Trust me, be brave
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