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Hazy Touch
residing hell's song
our symphony of moans
falling back into her
like I'm two people
the good and the evil
outer demon feasting on her sex
inner angel is left with regret
when her legs wrap around
it’s bewitching
she has away to my heart
and away between
somewhere is her conscience
somewhere is she...
feeling a little bit faded
kind of hazy
blaming it on the alcohol
I prefer her sinister smile
unempathetic, emotionless
they say she’s kind of a whore
it’s ok, that's what I asked for
someone to jump on that pole
drain my seed and leave
never asking questions
about the lover that laid beside her
but still, deep down, I crave more
I have away to her heart
and away between
somewhere is my conscience
somewhere is me...
feeling a little bit faded
kind of hazy
blaming it on the alcohol
it’s hard to stay sensible
when she fucks like a drug
keeping me high with her flirtation
I could never get enough
her love is an empty well
with care so hollow
but when I try to let go
I find myself at her door again
Author’s note: Just an older poem i edited. Nothing to do with my relationship now.. hehe :-)
our symphony of moans
falling back into her
like I'm two people
the good and the evil
outer demon feasting on her sex
inner angel is left with regret
when her legs wrap around
it’s bewitching
she has away to my heart
and away between
somewhere is her conscience
somewhere is she...
feeling a little bit faded
kind of hazy
blaming it on the alcohol
I prefer her sinister smile
unempathetic, emotionless
they say she’s kind of a whore
it’s ok, that's what I asked for
someone to jump on that pole
drain my seed and leave
never asking questions
about the lover that laid beside her
but still, deep down, I crave more
I have away to her heart
and away between
somewhere is my conscience
somewhere is me...
feeling a little bit faded
kind of hazy
blaming it on the alcohol
it’s hard to stay sensible
when she fucks like a drug
keeping me high with her flirtation
I could never get enough
her love is an empty well
with care so hollow
but when I try to let go
I find myself at her door again
Author’s note: Just an older poem i edited. Nothing to do with my relationship now.. hehe :-)
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