Delicious
You make the music
this solemn heart beats like a drum when you're in view
an arrangement full of ache pulls from under my skin
drawn to you, your vibration
I lap up every sound spilling from your lips
tasting your silver tounge
soul instrumentation, how delicious is this sin
A willing victim of your siren song
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