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Balance

She was my perfect equal, balance, my little Goth doll
Black eyeliner, lips and nails calling the moon out for a brawl
She was strong in ways that most couldn't see
She was proud of who she was and knew who she wanted to be

Late nights she called me out into the moonlight
Kicking crazy knowledge about the universe and nature, and getting myself right
We crashed in abandoned churches, graveyards with spirits that needed company
We sat on ancient headstones and shared a little something something

Twist were made with a flask being passed back and forth
Sacred lines were drawn right there on the marble and given a snort
She smelled of the woods with eyes casting a shadow on the night sky
The darkness of our attraction was intoxicating and I could not lie

Leaning against headstones like couches and rolling from grave to grave
Sighs and gasps has the dead thinking of suddenly being saved
But we're to far gone with her exposed up to her navel
Black leather mini and matching bodice, Medusa couldn't even save her

We clashed as dragons do talons drawn, with fire consuming the air
Two demons trapped in the pit tearing our way out of there
Bodice unlatched allowing me to suckle the spirits out of there
Rolling and sliding through the garden with two mouths full of hair

She was scared at times that we would suck out each other's life force
Yes nips and bites were made with both of us bleeding from the source
There pain with this darkness, straddled while she held on to a headstone
Entered from behind dug into like we were both digging a new home


We both cried out with howls like those of the children of the night
So many hand prints making breast and ass look like this was a fight
Squeal barely audible as she skeeted with delight
Colliding into each other as if we were trying to break daylight

Finishing up just in time to get dressed and make it home before morning
We're each others dirty little secrets, no one else needs knowing
She'll call or tap on the window the next time that she wants to hang
But with a separating kiss on the lips, we swear not to share each other's thing
 

Written by I_IS_ME
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