To yield to the comfort of your gravelly voices. I’ll cure them. Deep down you knew I made mind.
I’ll convince myself ever the idea it’s just a game, no one gets bruised. Let’s keep it playful and stay blindfolded. In all fairness, for you, I never meant to rely open my eyes. Your whispering breath could have been enough of a trail if only my ears still weren’t sealed. Guide me. Oh your scent!
I can finally feel their gentle caresses over my face
Sitting on your tail, you give me such a battering high. Within your reach nothing affects me besides deceit. Untouchable while at the lowest, abusing weakness of mind.
Overwrite the archetype. Absolute yet guilty. This is self-treason.
Let the gates ajar and find yourself defaced. There’s no way back, nothing to emend. You already fed over all I have. Never satiated and digging even deeper, so thirsty. I’m a dry fruit now, what more do you want from me?