Clutching you in my arms, catching midnight of lust, or is it dust? Your obscene green eyes, bleeding down your face, with a fire in your throat. As your thighs spread wide, of your cunt's warm place, and clit's lucky charm. Catching midnight, on a train to Hell, going through a cold spell.
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