It’s like I’m craving presents from the devil and i’m in love.
Your putting your fingers in my soul pulling out my heart, my affection, and your inserting your lust.
I feel it breathing all over me your hate.
It’s so fulfilling and minutes pass i’m climbing up through your vulnerability.
Your depression pleasures me and i’m craving you.
So i’m kissing on your ambitions, I run my fingers down your spine of thought.
I draw you close over my mind you love the temptation of deliberation after every move that was struck.
Your infatuated, so distracted you stare and listen to my words yearning for innocence but hear nothing but scrupulosity.
My words kissed on your lips and our mind intertwined without physical touch this is a minds attraction and its lust.
– Brielle KD
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