Four a.m breaks wondering when it became morning
I made you my dominance for a reason
Your body my arena
Secrets that we create for lovers on the run
Story that we can't tell, even your husband don't need to know
Only morning calls and late night devours
Best times made at bedtime
Do what you do to my body and let me feel fine
Young simple woman, flower to a young soul
I can show you love as I kiss your inner thighs though
Wishing I could kiss you in the morning
Only morning calls and late night devours
You got that something that I haven't seen before
That crazy feeling that always makes me sexual
My new year's resolution, my one time plan
No need to change the status
It's just a story of lovers on The run
Nothing goes as planned, we are creatures of fate In a world of distress we all search for something to call perfect In this times of fakes a real one is a commodity of great purchase Falling in crowds of hate, looking for understanding and praise Too young for this tears we shed for the ones we love Standing in this light I feel like Lydia talks it right, it's nothing but another stage of life This waves crash into our hearts, pushing us to limits we fight to escape We try hard to maintain our humanity, struggling with the feelings of oneness With one broken wing I will cover you with the fragments that made me Forgetting that everything around US has crushed and burnt I will read you the tales of Lydia, hoping it will create an angel out of you 'When life has corned you, giving you nothing as a lifeline When the stress feels like an army of devils on a rampage campaign When nothing feels right in your heart a...
Eish. ..legit
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