
I will be breathless,
when my love is done with me.
I am not her first.
She is gentle, slow,
strange mix of careful and rash,
savouring my taste.
I am always hers,
all I ever do is stay.
She has killed before.
I will be breathless,
when my love is done with me.
I am not her first.
She is gentle, slow,
strange mix of careful and rash,
savouring my taste.
I am always hers,
all I ever do is stay.
She has killed before.
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