quinta-feira, 12 de março de 2009

Melting Point

Choking heat
Trembling in
Frozen prey

Staring at
Tiger’s eye
On me

Thy jeans
Are wet
I smell sex
In the air

Horny prey
I’ve got a hard on
Come closer ‘n
Touch me

I’m real

Much more
I think
Than thy
Poor tiny
I’m real

Let yourself
Step outside

Sweat and pain
Not in vain
Everything is
Rage and lust

Wet and hot
Confused ant lost
Come closer
Little one
So I
Can bite

It’s warm inside

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