according to my heart that beats to sustain compassion should flow through every vein from crown to sole and all in betwixt the vascular tunnels to love are all ready and fixed until pierced by a dagger, soaking my dress in beet red stain
according to my throat that vibrates to inspire my word should en-compass my feelings entire sweet pillow talk and heart felt emotion between the sheets and ass filled with lotion until it's my turn to be called a liar
my heart and throat i extend to you our magnetism attracting like gorilla glue my hand and eye that courses over your body secret-e substance ov power like the illuminati for-every creation ov experience new
all's well so make a wish drop a penny down and knock out my fish another day, another hour will these feelings ever sour? will electrifying every fetish
but even though you are all that i want how can one refrain from the lure ov the hunt unless bound by the notion ov ownership that shackles the ankles on the course ov love's trip? thus do i welcome more cocks to my cunt
and so you say that it is not to be you say that love must come at a fee but if the currency ov love is golden why must we wear iron until we're withered and olden? love is a current, so only restrictions can render it unfree
a cording to my heart that binds its flow barbed wire hidden with a pretty bow how can i be lost if i'm not owned? why must there be a cost to be promiscuously boned? i wander to wonder through this binding woe
a cording to my throat that cuts my breath my body is thus lost under its own heft i live and am yet hanged all the same when the jelly sea smothers my inner flame so i let the body live and axe all chains to my death!
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