Messien
Let me
Refresh
Refresh
Wash
Caress
Uphold
Undress
You
Let me
Massage
Perfume
Infuse
Redress
You
Let me
Stroke
Squeeze
Comb
Infuse
You
Let me
Let me pervade the inner
sanctity of your magenta aura with the birdsong soft sonic wave of a Messienic
lost chord which will reverberate against the lamentation of your fragility and restore the
scars and cracks of your broken heart and let me bungle my way unseen into the
secret bower of your awareness like an Aristotelian quality such as mercy or
hope. Let me.
Let me
serve you
serve you
Let me
if you dare
if you dare
I don't deserve you
Let me scent your marble cold feet
With my incense oiled hair.
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