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I need to be up,away,and forgetting for a while about the "now" I have to face....
Time to open my small bag of magic stars that take me to my yummy place...
I scoop them up and pour them in the small glass hole,they fall in and make a tiny "ping"...
I light up a torch,melt down the pointy chemicals into a clear puddle of bling....
The bling becomes my lover,I give it a kiss,inhaling it's sweet bliss...
Feeling everything inside of me melt into a pool of warm fondue....
It's tingly heat,is my only friend,true....
The way it caresses my need...
It swallows my thoughts,I allow it to feed...
Another taste of you,my mouth waters for more...
The torch warms the glass,as the smoke begins to dance,I kiss your tasty neck and inhale the untameable storm...
Enter my crevices,fill up my filth crazed insanity,make me "need" no more...
I open my mouth and let out the fluffy artform...
It fills the room with your stench and amazing unfiltered burn...
I close my eyes to feel everything you have to give...
Rapture and rip apart every part of me that lives....
Time to open my small bag of magic stars that take me to my yummy place...
I scoop them up and pour them in the small glass hole,they fall in and make a tiny "ping"...
I light up a torch,melt down the pointy chemicals into a clear puddle of bling....
The bling becomes my lover,I give it a kiss,inhaling it's sweet bliss...
Feeling everything inside of me melt into a pool of warm fondue....
It's tingly heat,is my only friend,true....
The way it caresses my need...
It swallows my thoughts,I allow it to feed...
Another taste of you,my mouth waters for more...
The torch warms the glass,as the smoke begins to dance,I kiss your tasty neck and inhale the untameable storm...
Enter my crevices,fill up my filth crazed insanity,make me "need" no more...
I open my mouth and let out the fluffy artform...
It fills the room with your stench and amazing unfiltered burn...
I close my eyes to feel everything you have to give...
Rapture and rip apart every part of me that lives....
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