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SINFUL NIGHT
Hand under my trousers
Baby touch it better
Your presence brought wetness to my hidden shower
The mark they saw on my collarbone
Was the art of your red lips
And the scratches on my back
Was carved by the intense pleasure
Your gentle moan is music to my ears
Your heartbeat contemplates the beat
In the movement of our thirsty bodies
I no longer feel butterflies on my stomach
For they're being crushed by pounding
My room is not an outer space
But there's a supernova explosion
-from BURNING RED (coming soon)
© Psycho_learns_to_write
Baby touch it better
Your presence brought wetness to my hidden shower
The mark they saw on my collarbone
Was the art of your red lips
And the scratches on my back
Was carved by the intense pleasure
Your gentle moan is music to my ears
Your heartbeat contemplates the beat
In the movement of our thirsty bodies
I no longer feel butterflies on my stomach
For they're being crushed by pounding
My room is not an outer space
But there's a supernova explosion
-from BURNING RED (coming soon)
© Psycho_learns_to_write
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