Monday, November 14, 2011

Timbre of Your Touch

Tactile tension released
The fractions of my revenue increased
Protection of my flares secreted
Relishing of tenderness reheated

I don't wanna lie anymore
I've tried too many time, can't keep score
Holding my breath, the water's getting deep
Subject to my surfaces I seep

I'm feelin' the facades around
I wanna be inside your sound
I wanna be the purpose of your lust
I wanna taste the Timbre of your Touch

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