The touches of your soul such a velvet, so smoothing. 
The kisses of your voice are living on my skin.
All these haunted memories  running deeply in my bloodstream
making me beg for more/asking to fall deep within.

So burning is this yearning - 
it's smoke's almost choking. 
You are the most nocturnal blessing
and I am your sacrifice, for sure. 

Come outta here to bless and play,
cut chest deeply open, take a hold on my heart - 
feed your deepest apetite -
and be my curse, be my cure.

A kiss from your lips - 
so I wont be missing yesterdays.

A touch from your heart,
we'll let it all fall apart tonight.

 
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The sounds of your songs are still living on my skin.

Come here and and play with me.

Your the sound of my violin.

Silky sweet and little rotten.