Rage

ONS

Oh Your kisses Caught me lying Denying that I've fallen For the slithering, slobbering tongue The pheromones it excreted While falling deep Into your Trap Uh Your hands Scan territories beyond What the ancients trekked Begging some kind of claimant But you're no native Only a visitor. Away, feet Walk MMm This tension Calls a… Continue reading ONS

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