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You Can't Put Out Fire With Fire
It takes all the strength I can manage,
not to run my hands through your hair
It's a bad idea
But I want to cross the line you've drawn for us
I want your clothes on my bedroom floor
I want to taste what you're so afraid of
I want to draw blood
Not lines
You will love me someday
and your heart will drop into your pants
You will feel something you never have
You'll feel what is left of you
and I'll know what to do with it.
Future Love
Sounds like blurred lines. That someday is sooo rich. I know you will know what to do when the clock strike go :D - enjoyed the lover's plaint and plea - Lady A