
Wikked Souls whose Lips you've touched
With that tortured heart You've loved so much
You Tease with those who're corrupt with Lust
And purge your pain upon those who must
Who're your thoughts and love
You want my heart
But wisdom's bold.
I yearn
I plead
I beg
I tease
But you keep bringing me to my knees.




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