Saturation
Rip me part
Ravage me
Wrangle me
Right from the start I was
Hungry and raging
Screamed blood to the night
Ripe wildling, a raver
A fight for what’s mine
A zest hard to tame
Yes, I swallowed the red pill
Maybe I took 8 of them
And took the blue one
Cuz I’m not a stranger
To boundary-less bliss
In this matrix
I take and I take and I eat and
Destroy and create what’s around me
Again and again
Life is rich and I pounce on it
Mousy is fine but
I roar like a lion a tiger a bear
Oh my gracious
What dazzles is dangerous
Dazzle me danger please
Ravish me life
I am ready and waiting and baiting for more
Fully saturate me
About the Creator
V. Florrié
Half angel, half flower.
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