Close Fisted Kiss Trimeric
Freezing me you're a bend in time;
Forcing my arch making me lurch
I gasp for air in a sweaty panic;
My pulsing hourglass is about to pop;
Forcing my arch making me lurch;
Those delicate keyboard strokes;
A life stolen by your close fisted kiss;
I gasp for air in a sweaty panic,
where did my sense of reason go?
Your run has broken my stopwatch;
My pulsing hourglass is about to pop
to savor this juncture over and over;
For in your eyes nothing's left of Earth.
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