A taste of blissful irony.
I drank from your lips and tasted your soul
A delicacy that must be savored
Tension crawls through the sheets
And with each breath I wished I’d die, because every second without you is a waste.
I drank from your lips and tasted your soul
A delicacy that must be savored
Tension crawls through the sheets
And with each breath I wished I’d die, because every second without you is a waste.
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