Before the sun shines on my eyes
perfumed thrill of my lover unveils me.
Desire, like a flash flood of crimson light
sweeps away our demons on a Friday night.
And noise of our lust is lost in the
thunderstorm of August darkness.
Now, we are recovering passionate bodies
on the edge of a Saturday morning.
perfumed thrill of my lover unveils me.
Desire, like a flash flood of crimson light
sweeps away our demons on a Friday night.
And noise of our lust is lost in the
thunderstorm of August darkness.
Now, we are recovering passionate bodies
on the edge of a Saturday morning.
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