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Life into your veins

Life into your veins:



I ask off the wall, questions
Like silly childlike things


I am sure, I test your patience
And I yank, on a many of your strings


                       I jump on the bed
                       I am a big kid

                       I see a lovely flower
                       I adore its beauty, for what seems like hours


I think of you, and are you going to change? Are you going to try to change me? Try to turn me into one of those politically correct ladies’?


I am not made that way
I dance naked in the rain


I want to bring life
Into your veins


                               I want to sit in your lap, and
             Kiss you until our lips, are numb
                       

I want show you, passion
I think others confused it, for love


I need to feel our bodies make primal friction, and release all of your inhabitation. I want to rescue you from the proper way culture has set up the system. I want to show you a better way, to achieve the grand conclusion.


Inside me baby, deep: hard
All around me, whenever- wherever… you are


Don’t hold back: don’t deny me
I want your best: I want your worse, inside me

                             I am breathing, to your heart beat
                             I am pleading, for your darkest dark…


                             Give me, give me, make me… PLEASE!!!
                                      I can only cum: with your sweet release


Must I guide you through letting go; have you walked so hidden and closed all these years you never knew? A bite-mmm, A slap-ooh… shove me down, with my ass in the air you can’t fucking tell I need you here? You grab my throat now you know, you look in my eyes and you see my lust: I am on fire. Your free baby, your free take me, use me: release me, set me free, I need, I need… Please! I need


I ask off the wall, questions
Like silly childlike things


I am sure, I test your patience
And I yank, on a many of your strings


                       I jump on the bed
                       I am a big kid

                       I see a lovely flower
                       I adore its beauty, for what seems like hours


I think of you, and are you going to change? Are you going to try to change me? Try to turn me into one of those politically correct ladies’?


I am not made that way
I dance naked in the rain


I want to bring life
Into your veins

Lori


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