take it
cold as ice
looking down
your sinful hands
running through her insides
she speaks softly to my ears
expressions & her dull eyes
he was
feeling me
merging every inch of desire
tickles in my soul
what more could i ask for
what more could she need
what more could she want
wash it away
wash it all away
the ice between his nails
and the water thats sliding down
his finger tips
slowly cleansing
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