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    Silver Tongue

    pretty words from pretty lips falling fast like rain fingertips on eager hips I’ll make you wait again   you won’t know when it’s coming but you’ll know when it arrives the squeal of steel, the rush of blood careening down your thighs   the red runs rich in rivulets the edge is what we ride sin is what this lust begets with shadows in our eyes   Your silver tongue the damage done there’s nothing left to say it sits like lead inside your head don’t wish this fear away       See who else is playing with knives on Kink of the Week