"Nimble fingers stroke the board I await his answer He changes his name Only to call my own He notions my answer I tease his tendencies
Darkness and I remember him still Dark eyes that force an idle fever
Intoxicating me with his poison Teasing me like the prince of cats Sad hours till I render him further then a window Although I regret I shall pass him by While igniting my flame He will defeat me and leave me discontented
Crimson words force me to linger Breath isolated Language unspoken Exchange of thoughts Rhythm through my tips
Cheap thrill delights of untimely passion More then that, I feel you still. Enough to escape the every breath from my lips As if you look upon my flaws I publish my need Only to feel your prick"