Intesnity
Touch,
sweat,
feel,
Breath,
A body on my body
Sink in too all of those deep sins
let's go into that dark deviled side
let me hear you scream Oh my!
I'm getting hot in here I'm bursting with tears
I am no longer pure, but I am safe here.
Touch, me
sweat on me
breathe me,
with each and every touch.
I know it's real
INTENSITY IS REAL
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