His word-fingers slip my buttons from their slots,
those intentional letters sparkle my spots
and crevices.
My mind sips his thoughts, my heart disintegrates,
melts wetter into the dots of his elongated,
oh, choruses.
Where I Burn
His word-fingers slip my buttons from their slots,
those intentional letters sparkle my spots
and crevices.
My mind sips his thoughts, my heart disintegrates,
melts wetter into the dots of his elongated,
oh, choruses.
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