IMAGINE your skin on my bare skin
can not think of anything
is such that I'm already crazy
feeling your flavor of honey and roses
TE imagine the warmth of my arms
you and me drunk wine and passions
Weaver WHO NOT your landscape
warp of the fabric of your shade
inventor of fires under your skirt
mirror of your lustful nights
unspeakable desires shelter
or an unrepentant lover of your mouth
(Yet)
I AGREE to be your lover blind
a thief on the fringes of your back
to burn in the fire of failure
tenderly hurt your bullets
or be the very picture of defiance
(Al After much more than anything)
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