Lustful breaths rasp across eager lips
Anticipating your touch, my skin alive
Firm hands caressing my hungry flesh
My being afire, fingers searing my soul
Lustful breaths rasp across eager lips
Anticipating your touch, my skin alive
Firm hands caressing my hungry flesh
My being afire, fingers searing my soul
Birds make great sky circles of their freedom
How do they do it?
They fall
And in falling, they’re given wings
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