sweat sick from post drip
slight toss of her grip
high gloss at the lips
slip
how can i get back to me
without having two parts
it will not be
mingling with eyes i never want to see
dancing with my devil
I know i'll always be free
my soul is empty and cold
my bodies shaking until it gets old
would you like to frisk it
somehow i doubt youd risk that
like most you try not to bleed me