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remora |
dreaming about the ticks you used hold our hands
not questioning the filth of where it’s been.
escaping from what the future say it holds
but like everything else leaving is for last resolve.
grinning like venus on verge of orgasm
we will worship you if you use the other hand.
rub me and tell him and make them all scream
then feed us the filtered, no lard and just lean
my turn is his turn is another’s turn is mine
tell them, tell them, to please step in the line
my turn is his turn is another’s turn is mine
tell them, tell them, because
we’re cumming for you again,
and i dont know any other way to make it end.
we’re cumming for you again,
i feel it burning but i’m enjoying it my friend.
we’re cumming for you, again.
we’re cumming for you, again… again.
blaming water for the rain that wet your skin
he will make it vapor if i can just make you steam.
tasting sweat and your leeches from deep within
we can breathe like this forever or so it seems
my turn is his turn is another’s turn is mine
tell them, tell them, to please step down this line
my turn is his turn is another’s turn is mine
tell them, tell them, and now
we’re cumming for you again,
and we dont care for any other way to burn.
we’re cumming for you again,
i see you gaping and numbing it my friend.
we’re cumming for you, again.
we’re cumming for you, again… again.
running after,
a headless disaster,
tell them, tell them,
to wait in line,
feeding after,
a scent of another,
let them, make them,
open your thighs.
we’re cumming for you again,
and i dont know any other way to make this end.
