Is this mic on?
When everything is quiet deep in my mind
I close my eyes to troubles
and let beauty drink me in.
Your hands are my own as they travel my skin
slowly they move
awakening the part of me
that is the part of you
and I feel a whisper.
A breath of a promise that weaves a spell
to taunt and tease me
to shiver my soul
flickering flames that lick my flesh
my body aches
I twist and turn closer
to those hands that are our own.
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