This Act
Breath
Your so heavy I'm neck
That you have made my closure sweat
I thought I was ready for these touches
But now I feel I'm trapped in clutches
Mouth
Have you've become my only hand?
The ones tied behind my back (are planned)
You get to touch these other fingers
Which let me suck so they could linger
Eyes
Do you know what you are seeing?
Receive so much but not conceiving
That the thought of this very act is bleeding
But yet I like it...but my heart is fleeting
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