In the cage of my mind
Only you hold the key,
In the depths of the night
You're beholden to me -
You're the trance in my eyes
And the heat of my breath,
My shuddering spine
Petite Mort - 'little death';
It's your name on my lips
And my tongue, twisted true,
When I breathe Oh, My God!
I'm referring to you.
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Author:
SerenWise (
Offline) - Published: June 23rd, 2019 15:43
- Category: Love
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Comments2
someone somewhere is gonna be gasping for breath......
Neville
🖤🖤🖤
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