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"painkiller # 1…" Interweaved in sweet seething bonds when all that glitters consumes the climax breaks in a unique muse of colours and perfume Interweaved in a sparkling frenzy on the verge of a paroxysm the wild excitement of this relation turning gloom into a blooming prison A decadent smile and a well favoured figure I see stars when I slip into your mouth with starving lips and burning eyes you make me come and then you spit it out I see stars when I slip into your mouth you make me come and then you spit it out We indulge in the Hungry Hefners A TV Dinner on my pumping chest Sit'n' Slide thru magical starscapes Close the journey with the Travellers Rest