Preeminence
Doesn't matter what they say,
your bleeding heart is all I'll ever need by the end of each day.
I perform terrible negligence with no thought to consequences,
hoping redemption will come at night,
with your warm lips rationalizing everything will surely be all right.
Right or wrong,
it will always be your approval I seek.
Baring my soul to the devil,
knowing stormy titillation awaits in your embrace.
Commanding my will
until once more bridled under your superintended touch.
Joy4no1
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