S it – While listening to A M 

Your fingers so warmThey tangled in my hair

My mind 

They make my body hot

And sometimes cold

I can’t bled that

Can’t forget that 

Are your fingers aching like mine are for yours 

And it’s a freaking damn feeling

Wanting to be played by you

Wanting to want you 

Listening to songs that remind me 

Of wanting you 

To please you

That you pleased me too 

The haunting never ends 

Fingers in the twilight 

Mingled my mangled mind 



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