I set fire to your senses,
taking you inside my arms,
getting inside your head,
it’s lip gloss o’clock,
you can’t stop shaking,
as I satisfy each itch,
across every inch of your greyscale soul,
that is swimming in new shades,
burning brighter every second,
as I sink into your subconscious,
living in your lust,
coming alive for you,
on your loneliest nights.

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