naked(dead)one
hang him by the air, pull the strings of pleasure and throw those keys away.
Sent by the unforgivable one of wired up blues, king of dumbs doomed, death sentenced, will be the one who's Love, as a time machine of the disembodied, unclothes you.
It's the opium eyed, smoking your bloodless breath, you clock machina, unchaining and slowly tormenting you to release your sharp jaws....how blood can taste so sweet...how it warms up inside the icy mind...how the animal pleasure of the human anxiety can sound so poor, so meaningless. ahh....how you turn from machine to exciter. turn off, unclothe the child, smoke the skin as opium, taste the sweet, throw away the insides...and promiss it shall not be the same as it was...will never be again...shall never taste...shall never live. hope for more...burn the insides.
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“...with a burning kiss, with your touch of angel, i feel the taste of gods in the infinite of your lips..tear apart my deeper desires.. i fall in you without fear,i fall, i fall...to rise up stronger than god, more alive that life, kiss the devil with a smile...and then i see you...naked by my side...body of desire...i feel like the wekkest men...that want to fall..to fall in you again..taste your lips again, smell your perfum again, touch your skin again,become your flesh again,to become part of you again, to become you again...again...”
'Woman' de xxxxxxx :P
Deste gosto.
Já me identifico mais com ele.
Pensamentos soltos que deambulam, pela memoria como se de um puzzle memorial se tratasse.
Adorei.
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