Pop Lip
Pop lip and a dynamic gothic eye,
delicately read the braille on my skin.
Melt me into a thousand small pieces,
scrub off the artistry and make me cry.
Create a dastardly brand new vision,
with every line drawn my pulse increases
Devotion has a unique perspective,
I’m on a high that feels like heroin.
Driving me wild like a child with Reese’s
you take me until every expletive
ceases.
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