lj-music: Clocks-Coldplay
Only blood, skin, heat and press
InhaleExhaleInhaleExhale
Your lips and my teeth biting down. Hard. Your
Every strong grip on my curve
Your body pressed on my back and crushed me Against the bricks in the wall
The threat is there ... thick, like drops of sweat, we'll be Each Other's end
But we ' d Cease to exist if we had it Any Other Way
Tearing, with teeth and nails, Not Only Our flesh, pero Our very souls
Losing all sense of time and reason
Not sure Which pieces we want to save and Which we want to
surrender I'm not waiting anymore, I'm forcibly making space for me inside And you
harder you pull me, kiss me Harsha, as if tC Tearing with teeth and nails, not only the skin but the soul also
Losing track of time and reason Without knowing which pieces we want to save and we wait no longer give more, force, makes me
space inside of you And your stronger you pull me, kiss me with more harshly, as if to show that the space is shared, not taken Because that's what your
want, because your
what made me decide
and back, looking for dark chocolate because I
want, just as, if not more.
eyes And say what words can never.
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