Autumn comes with practiced ease
She doesn't know what she does to me,
But once she kisses my wet lips
She devours me in her Paradise Abyss.
Now I can't tell reason from rhyme
I have long left them behind for your sway and sticky words
Make me in, in to your Honey Comb.
(Thank you for reading, German comments are very welcomed.)
She doesn't know what she does to me,
But once she kisses my wet lips
She devours me in her Paradise Abyss.
Now I can't tell reason from rhyme
I have long left them behind for your sway and sticky words
Make me in, in to your Honey Comb.
(Thank you for reading, German comments are very welcomed.)