He tore her apart while diving deep inside her sweet abyss. Removing any doubt that one man could fill the void with perfect precision. She made him shake from the immense feeling of her body's vibration against the damage being done.
Ripping each other up inside and out. Flipping out emotion while paining the physical escape. They were born for this moment of weeping amongst the stars oblivious of the chaos that ensued.
Twisted lovers, banging the shit out of love... Make me moan
Just because you chose to live in the half of your life that makes still ache, doesn't mean I do. I wake up every morning with the light and love streaming out of me with power that exceeds all the darkness. You see, I won't drown in the misery of memories. I will swim in the deep end while being blessed to have known your love, kiss on my lips, the touch of your hands.
I wake up grateful every day. It makes it all so much easier. Because I know, I know...you're still feeling it too.
In every blossom I see you. In every star I feel you. In every smile on my face I...
There was something oddly familiar with this one. Abuse to an extreme with excuses that bred like horny little rabbits. Nothing at all was ever his fault. You know, perfection is easy with every glass you empty.
The burn in his throat made him feel alive and once alive the elixir made him feel numb. Nothing though was ever his fault. There was only perfection running through that man's veins. His Mama made sure she kept his glass full because it made her feel less guilty for the shit load of nothing she gave him growing up.