Stroke of nails

Show me your freaky as it’s echoing your nasty.
Blended with lust as a guide while our souls are mating.
Caress the playful demons.
Stroke passion untill there’s flesh under our nails.
Bullshit has no place here.
Get off that moral horse and ride your dragon.

This glass house needs to get vacant or will receive stones.
Take over layers one by one. Surrender to craving while desires get satisfied.
Pull needs and wants into this moment.
Primal journey to release hidden chains.
Take a glance, enter with one feet or if you dare with both.
Feel inner boundaries dissolve, lose control while exhaling expired morals.

 

07-01-2017
-Driandayaba-

 

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