Restraints Rondine
Gently french kiss your darkness mad,
break the restraints leave obsession;
Lick up the buried aggression;
You may not be scantily clad,
yet soft skin becomes a scratchpad;
Repurpose gall into passion,
gently french kiss;
It’s not too much to hurt so bad,
won’t go on without my ration;
I can’t let go I’ll not move on;
A quickened breath is the launchpad,
gently french kiss .
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