#57556 - Sex With My Broken Heart My nails strum your back transmitting chills round your skin My lips burn yours sending throughout your body absolute lust Something cold in my clawing nails makes this feel like a sin You can’t help but feel as if there is something absent in my flawless thrust I barely speak a word during our blistering entanglement Still your itch tells you to pursue deeper into my flesh Even though this heat I exhibit seems cold and vacant You care not the emotion I cloak, as long as you get your rush So I hide into myself and allow you to persist You feel me as if I am ice and not a torrid fountain of yearning You are damned in your high and venture on with out resist Slowly a thought impregnates your brain and you begin learning Not in love with you will I fall I am exploiting your molestations as a band-aid I am wounded and you are the first to kiss better it all I do not want proclamations of adoration to be said Have sex with my broken heart
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