Air of the chill, | 1 |
colder and colder. | 2 |
Still of the dark | 3 |
beginning to smolder, | 4 |
Breathe my breaths fallingdown your shoulders. | 5 |
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Kisses brushing pass our sighs, | 6 |
let the stare soften your eyes, | 7 |
while my silk slips about your sides. | 8 |
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Still of the air around my waist. | 9 |
Keeping the look, | 10 |
facing the pace, | 11 |
grip of the blues, | 12 |
the soft of your face, | 13 |
glaze of the pearl, | 14 |
its syrpy taste. | 15 |
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Up on the paisley, | 16 |
the smoothest sin. | 17 |
Take the wheel | 18 |
Slide in. | 19 |
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Sipping the gin | 20 |
abd groping my win. | 21 |
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I'll be the yin. | 22 |
You be my yang | 23 |
let it go, | 24 |
let it hang | 25 |
as hot as a song swirling | 26 |
digging fangs. | 27 |
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Twirling the hair, | 28 |
reaching for air | 29 |
and catchin your stare. | 30 |
Have me here, take me now. | 31 |
I've finally been found. | 32 |
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