Sunday, September 25, 2016

Divine Intention

You got my lipstick on your chin
And the flavor's smoke and gin
Got my hand creeping down your back
And that's only where I begin
Jealous people relate youth to sin
But I say my prayers, just skin to skin

So, you want to join with me and get tribal
It's holy, but it's primAl
They may never understand what we have planned
But our names aren't written in the bible
Your love is my revival
It's fare, it's rare, it's spiteful
If passion is the message, baby
I'll be your disciple

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