The stock market of our lust is no longer bankrupt.
This sweet cherry lollipop is rested between my hot, moist lips, clutched tight by my ever-sharp devil's incisors.
The words NO mean nothing in the morning stream of bright sunlight.
The words NO mean everything to your desperate clutches at self control.
The words NO say nothing to me when your lips are waiting, trembling, to be chased by my longing kiss.
This sweet cherry lollipop is rested between my hot, moist lips, clutched tight by my ever-sharp devil's incisors.
The words NO mean nothing in the morning stream of bright sunlight.
The words NO mean everything to your desperate clutches at self control.
The words NO say nothing to me when your lips are waiting, trembling, to be chased by my longing kiss.
