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Opening up the door to much more than the five you know about Wanna make you scream And shout my name, grabbing my mane As you tame my wild thoughts
Star gazing into the western hemisphere of your soul, through optical passages Visual displays of calmness on stormy days finds ways to sooth the mental As gentle instrumental tracks bring back remembrances of my nails in your back
As words settle in my head and your head settles me I hear echoed sounds of feelings too taboo to mention Build tension of the good kind Everlasting the language in tongue that only I can understand In tongue that only I can taste
Don’t waste Precious time wondering why sex smells so good As the scent of herbs and frankincense cloud my thoughts And purifies my impure thoughts of fucking the shit out of you, into sharing soul through the five senses known, and creating a sixth of our own
Shown through the unexplainable "what we do" Or maybe what you do to me Blowing my mind As I yours religiously Always knowing I’d know my soul mate when intimate encounters would feel like I was making love to a god As I bob my soul to tease your emotions
Hoping I can win you over Betting my last clover that you feel the same I came to the conclusion that we were made for eachother So if feelings are mutual As usual, let me know tonight when your sixth sense shows |
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