Scissors clip healed flesh into speaker wire
Waiting for the memory concern to perspire
Trimming legs to the parallel ridge of a feel
I rip these warm protectors to the edge of the seal
Laying ashen holders for our minds to retire
Clinched metal, and molded swings, convey a sign
You enunciate this alright tactility, so I massacre the lights

Extended maximum to inbred portions never figured
Granted your symptom for giving, I knew them and triggered
The bodies we are in thin carbon, lay horizontal
Circles navigate the pageant to see, and radiate the frontal
Sight to see is we, baring the cells of dirt camoed sweat
Founding friction rises and demotes, I have but one regret

On pounding, and pulsing shifts that we are
I sense my strings tighten, so I assume thoughts of far
I relay myself into you, and the warmth closes your eyes
It's our first thrust, and our first lust finally through
At my dismay, I retreat to the pressures from within
Then I feel a clutch on my veins, and you tell me to begin

 
Copyright © razorbladekiss, All Rights Reserved