Harmaline | BDSM

Black ties
You’re hanging on the first line
Too tight?
I do believe it works fine
Till all my whispers will be your lament

My lust
Will suck your inner questions
Any thouth
You’ll have it’s my possession
Gasping insane
Remembering the day
When you were just a dream
Made of porcellain

My bites are stronger than what you’re
Down on my feet again
My game to fuck days over

Love in a cage can be softer than air
When heart is addicted to suffering and pain

I’ll leave you there with all your chains
Remember things you’ve had
I’m on the run to reach the air
and all the dreams you’re breaking again

© Harmaline 2016