Kissing Her Bare Feet
Like a beast with hungry greed
I am kissing her bare feet
On the bottom of the Deep,
Night has come, but we won’t sleep.
Blackish skies don’t want to spread
Shining stars above my head,
I have come with vicious goal
And you drink my fallen soul.
Drink it through your little sips,
Let me taste the sin of lips,
Day will not excuse my deed,
But I’m kissing her bare feet.
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