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Tainted Butterfly
If my mind wasn't so corrupted and if my body wasn't so used, I'd know how to love
I'd invite love in with open arms and warm kisses.
You can see it in my eyes that I'm scared, I can tell that you're scared too..
But I'm done being a butterfly that won't spread it's wings.
I don't know how to express love the way I should
I only know how to lay down and let hungry, sweaty souls taste the sweetness between my legs.
Teach me, I beg you..you can hear the fear in my voice.
I don't want hands on my canvas that can't paint a pretty picture.
I let lust devour my..
Mind
Body
& soul.
I can't help but want your eyes crawling up my thighs & I can't help but want your fingers exploring the depths of the wet, sticky matter enclosed by a wall of rosebushes.
But I'm ready for love..teach me, I beg you. 👄
I'd invite love in with open arms and warm kisses.
You can see it in my eyes that I'm scared, I can tell that you're scared too..
But I'm done being a butterfly that won't spread it's wings.
I don't know how to express love the way I should
I only know how to lay down and let hungry, sweaty souls taste the sweetness between my legs.
Teach me, I beg you..you can hear the fear in my voice.
I don't want hands on my canvas that can't paint a pretty picture.
I let lust devour my..
Mind
Body
& soul.
I can't help but want your eyes crawling up my thighs & I can't help but want your fingers exploring the depths of the wet, sticky matter enclosed by a wall of rosebushes.
But I'm ready for love..teach me, I beg you. 👄
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