Crossing the lines over the dark gloom 

All ears and ease to voices beckoning on filthy passion

Only broken at dawn to the Ken that lines are crossed 
I still crave a dance with my king maybe just one  dance will do

Yes i need a hug from his heaven, a cuddle to numb the gloom while I crave and grind for more than more 

but my place is charred from the fires of wild loving and tender bruises

but i don’t intend to indulge so if I divulge these dark secrets I’ll have to look behind for racing shadows and back stabbing chums  


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