When my fingers trace over your eyes I want to open the width of your skies. When my breath blows in your ear I want you to hear the pear growing from a seed. I want you to need my skin like a mortal sin. I want to get hurt and abused until my soul’s amused, bruised only by the commandant. Take anything you want ’cause I want to haunt your dreams with screams of satisfaction for both teams.

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