I want to hold her, even if my senses tell me to stop,
I want to kiss her, perhaps I want it too much,
I want to taste her, though her lips are venomous poison,
running through my very veins.
I want to hold her, even if my senses tell me to stop,
I want to kiss her, perhaps I want it too much,
I want to taste her, though her lips are venomous poison,
running through my very veins.