Superficial Fang Dragging

Everyone is superficial,
because that’s all that they know.
If restricting art is a crime as they say,
then I am a jet stream flow.

I do what I want,
to those who desire.
What they truly need,
is what I require.

Always expect nothing at all,
your dreams will only come blue.
Your imprint on my brain is singed,
you leave me sometimes inane and true.

Dance with me now,
the sound of your thoughts.
Your pulse is the tempo,
our skin is the hots.

I will glide across your deck,
get real lost inside your smile.
Drag my fangs across you neck.
lay down smoke and drink for a while.

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