Wednesday, March 7, 2018

The Torture

You melt away every sadness in the hearts of women and you sink your teeth into my heart. You are icy cold but your heart is like a candle’s warmth. But mine is like for you; a fire and I will teach you love because my eyes are dreamy for you as your voice resonates with other women but your face burns into my mind like a perverse soul.

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