Over night,
I sell my soul to
the taste of your moon,
Your defying look makes me sweat,
you give me butterflies...,
Walking together in the night trees,
earing the obscure sounds,
I think of you,
My powerless angel
I like to control our power over each other,
It makes me evil to know I can lock you just upon a look
That I can arouse you with a touch,
But your melodious words make me your captive,
Your kiss makes me die in pleasure,
My dark night...make me fire...make me evil...
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