Call
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
Still got the same number but I don’t matter you won’t…
