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TORTURE Torture! I had a staggering urge tod…

TORTURE

Torture!

I had a staggering urge today.

My sense of touch is like a siren.

One more day of dying, and it’s…

Torture!

Not to touch her.

From toes to finger tips,

I can’t survive the sight of lips.

One more day of trying!

Crested waves on summer days are crashing in her curls.

Nectar-scented laughter from a mouth that’s made of pearls.

Exuberance is beauty, but sometimes beauty can kill,

Like now…

Torture!

Not to touch her.

Torture!

It hurts all over!

oh my god

Listen to a clip of the song here!

For you know who!

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