Texty: Illdisposed. The Taste Of You.

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And when the dream
Converted nightmare
Words are shallow
You never cared
And when we touch
I?m never frightened
I need the taste ? the taste of you

When I submit
You are my master
This is no game
We never play
I?m so lost
Have you noticed?
All for the taste ? the taste of you

There is no love
In your heart
Forceful emotions
I am betrayed
And I feel sick
There is a care
Inject the taste ? the taste of you

Let me home
Between your legs
Where I belong
Where I provide
No more rejection
Never alone
I miss the taste ? the taste of you