The darkness in you smoulders the darkness in me.
You seem to be the charcoal for which I have been simmering.
So wild are you
So dangerously you tread.
Your brazen spirits,
Your grey adventures are lusciously licentious.
I try not to dwell but your honest brazenness seeps in,
Igniting me in wilderness.
Magnifying my sin in those unsaid yet stirring words.
Which we both realise but can't process.
Why do you have to hit on me baby
I have already consummated your thoughts even before you realised.
But still I don't wish our darkness to see sunrise.
You seem to be the charcoal for which I have been simmering.
So wild are you
So dangerously you tread.
Your brazen spirits,
Your grey adventures are lusciously licentious.
I try not to dwell but your honest brazenness seeps in,
Igniting me in wilderness.
Magnifying my sin in those unsaid yet stirring words.
Which we both realise but can't process.
Why do you have to hit on me baby
I have already consummated your thoughts even before you realised.
But still I don't wish our darkness to see sunrise.
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