No ever wanted
No ever handed
No ever sheared
No ever shamed
try to lick it its like air
try to catch it is a fake
try to find it have no end
Thinking about
Panic above
Under your skin
Lost imaginings
No, but yes
can you smell it in the air
Is pain
No, but yes
Between you veins
Blood running away
Your tongue lost in my skin
surrounding me your naked speech
between my legs playing game
dirty games, erratic sex
No, but yes
can you smell it in the air
Is pain
No, but yes
Between you veins
Blood running away