Dreams cloud my mind, disguising what is real
Images of passion, visions of lust haunt me
A yearing that can't be slates turns is fire
Burning me, it hurts yet fels living like a pulse
Thobing and pushing against me from within
Words spoken with a florked tongue spill out my mouth
Morals die, desire rise, filling me controling me
guided by moans and screams in the night
Take me home and release my curse
Set me free in this world where
Pleasures unfold and wrap me up
More I beg even when the sun come
Feel the flesh feel the burn
Feel me wanting till it hurts
Desires grow with new abmition
who will slate my new addiction
into the night I live for the sin of the flesh
And for the pleasure that's within
Forget the sun, forget the sorrow
Only till it becomes too much to swallow
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When the world has gone cold and dull, there stands one man who remembers the tales of lovers past. Whoes love was as pure as snow. His goal is to remind people of the passion and love they all lost. So that his own heart may feel the same things in his stories once again.
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DominicKane
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