the acidic smell of love sends me in a vertigo your teeth feasting on my tongue I have let you in before I am letting you in again my arms are open, my chest is bare, my skin is in flames, my wine is sour my head is pounding for your touch I could hold your face between my palms and kiss you until I get reduced to skeleton it won't stop there it won't stop anywhere I will send us both right in the operation theatre it won't stop there either. Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.
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