Stranglehold
Such a blissful feeling,
This satin noose around my neck;
Ready to surrender
Are we really going to do this?
Nothing left but a whisper;
God, this could floor me
Leave me passed out cold;
Everything I have left to give
Honey, hold on a little tighter;
Out of control, just a little closer
Level me like lightning;
Do you mind if I taste your kiss?
Stranglehold
Edward Ibeh
8/22/19
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