Usually I, I don't do this I hope you don't think I've, jumped the gun But I couldn't help but realize That you enjoyed our games, our fun There was a certain kind of tension the kind that waters down the tongue Oh how i miss those eyes Locked in the darkness, allowing the mind to run
You seemed to be teasing I've always loved the chase Another cat and mouse I feared Your screams and cries where just a waste Theres a term that describes this attraction I believe it starts with necro They make it seem like...