Fingers brush gently over skin
Unmasked thoughts & dark desires
Body naked, your soul exposed
Craving to feel my touch invade
Pulse racing & heart pounding
Breathless, wanton eyes plead
This yearning a desperate need
Fingers brush gently over skin
Unmasked thoughts & dark desires
Body naked, your soul exposed
Craving to feel my touch invade
Pulse racing & heart pounding
Breathless, wanton eyes plead
This yearning a desperate need
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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