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Feeds the Flames
The sound of the fan spins thoughts in my head
Smoldering, sinful thoughts
I wish they would stop
It is no use
Lustful
Demented and shameful thoughts
Rise up from the depths of my sexual hell
Screams of pleasure
Moans of pain
I wish they would stop
It only gets louder
The cool air produced feeds the flames
Of my desire
Floats over my valleys and falls down into my cliffs
Fiending for your touch
Smoldering, sinful thoughts
I wish they would stop
It is no use
Lustful
Demented and shameful thoughts
Rise up from the depths of my sexual hell
Screams of pleasure
Moans of pain
I wish they would stop
It only gets louder
The cool air produced feeds the flames
Of my desire
Floats over my valleys and falls down into my cliffs
Fiending for your touch
Published 24th Feb 2012
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