The feeling of him feeding my desires only makes me go lunatic at the edge of my sanity.
Rhythm grows
with his igniting touch over the
surface of fervid.
Feeble crys are nowhere to reach those deaf ears,
is needy to hear rapture.
The feeling of him feeding my desires only makes me go lunatic at the edge of my sanity.
Rhythm grows
with his igniting touch over the
surface of fervid.
Feeble crys are nowhere to reach those deaf ears,
is needy to hear rapture.