Lip to lip or Cheak to lip Your touch burns me Sends me cringing In a corner Of my mind Flames play at your lips As you're leaning closer They strike out -whips- Forgoing my skin Stinging a hard conscience over and over again Showering -abusing- My body with these small elements of torture true Not torturous by nature But the disease turned them so No reguard For my hand or no's You punish me With your Burning KissesBirth sign: Gemini
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