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her heaven
For a long minute
she sits there while it makes its course
through her veins an into her heart,
oh the rush,
what beauty it holds
freely falling into the darkest temptations
feeling higher than the clouds,
feeling heaven with a single touch
staggering through the house,
thinking she's walking straight...
feeling nothing but an embrace,
that hasn't even touched her.
illusions touching her mind,
an feelings she's never felt
but just like that the rush ends,
an she's in search for another
raging to feel more,
she needs this,
to feel the embrace that no one gives
the touches that put her in her heaven
an the images that dance across her eyes lids,
an a moment that only she exist,
that moment that no one feels,
leaving her vulnerable,
she's begging for me,
she'll do anything to feel it,
even stoop so low,
an hit the ground,
an feel the torment,
not seeing what she should
only longing for the next hit,
an wanting to feel nothing, yet everything.
through her veins it pulses,
only deeper, an stronger,
she feels it, her pain eases,
she doesn't know anything exist's..
but just like that she's off in the clouds
an she's on the floor,
feeling heaven once more.
she sits there while it makes its course
through her veins an into her heart,
oh the rush,
what beauty it holds
freely falling into the darkest temptations
feeling higher than the clouds,
feeling heaven with a single touch
staggering through the house,
thinking she's walking straight...
feeling nothing but an embrace,
that hasn't even touched her.
illusions touching her mind,
an feelings she's never felt
but just like that the rush ends,
an she's in search for another
raging to feel more,
she needs this,
to feel the embrace that no one gives
the touches that put her in her heaven
an the images that dance across her eyes lids,
an a moment that only she exist,
that moment that no one feels,
leaving her vulnerable,
she's begging for me,
she'll do anything to feel it,
even stoop so low,
an hit the ground,
an feel the torment,
not seeing what she should
only longing for the next hit,
an wanting to feel nothing, yet everything.
through her veins it pulses,
only deeper, an stronger,
she feels it, her pain eases,
she doesn't know anything exist's..
but just like that she's off in the clouds
an she's on the floor,
feeling heaven once more.
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