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You must have heard similar words before
Believed, loved and maybe gave your all
The only way to stand is learning to fall
When I look into your eyes
I see a piece of peace
A story to be written
On the walls of your lips
When they touch mine
And your tongue comes out
Making a roundabout
My heart turns cold
My staff turns stiff
A bite to your neck
With the soft moans you make
When I ask for forgiveness
I put my fingers as a point
For swims that they swam
In the fountain between your hips
The index and middle finger
Will forever sin and pray
And as for my mouth
A friend to your toes
For it curls when I eat
From a similar place I was born
Thrust, ride, this, that, those, these
Never should we let this moment fade

Wildkhard [TA]