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Machine gun heart riddled with shades of grey.
A mind once sharpened by your own forked tongue.
Lovers' lips part with rumbles of a cannon.
Dew licked satin sheets - the highway to carnal desire.

Silhouettes of freshly washed skin dance in the night.
Passion rising like the souls of the departed.

Where do you sleep after your thirst is quenched?
Where do you go when your high knows no bounds?

Unfiltered needs not being met;
A fire put out before the gasoline burns off.
Passionate nights followed by cool seduction.
A waterfall of your essence coating my tongue.

Decisions made in a moment of yearning.
Your lack of understanding - my constant battle.

Why can't you listen instead of just hear?
I will free my enslaved exuberance, 
since you can't be bothered.
Blow out the candle and climb into bed.
One of these days you'll get what you want.
And one of these days I'll learn that I won't.

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