“Touch me slow let me feel you for


We might be of the same tribe that’s

Our demons delight.

Drain me let’s see how much of you is

In me.

This darkness, that is a poison from


Like an ivy climbing to strangle my


My monsters come out to play, my

Emotions the Field.

Up they soar,so low they dive ,in

the layaway I’m stranded.

Lower your voice,peace is our best


Barred to you,I can feel the pull from

Mount doom.

Tell me you love me

Fingers crossed the feeling won’t


And with some tough love,the

Creeping doubt we shall slay.

Hold me tight

Our love could be our saving grace”.

Two lovers whispered while in an



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