Loss of Sight


I think if your lips pierced mine again,

I’d fall back into old habits.

It would be unfortunately fine with me.

The way your blue eyes made my mind spin,

Sent shivers of pleasure down my spine.

Neural networks shut down

And pleasure receptors couldn’t handle your hands.

And that’s when my vision went black


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