Killing Me Softly
I think these wounds are now too deep
I can feel them itching within my heart
The pain so unbearable
The dreams
The wishes
The lust
Are killing me
Each time I see you on that bore hole
pumping water from the rocks too deep
your soft skin unveiling
For me see
To crave
To die for
The way you move up and down
lures my soul to come close to stare
At the thigh curvature
The magma
Cozy eyes
flesh apples
And listen
to the soft
charming
voice
That makes
My heart
beat
skip
And Then
Death starts
When you
Smile at
me
and give
me
fragile
hand
for me
To
Feel
I am
Dieing
Softly
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