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I like the visual iām getting by the way that sounds š¤š¤š»
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Bare tits, tight jeans,
Passion flows, it seems.
Whispers tease, ignite,
Eyes locked, hearts take flight.
Bodies entwine, moan,
Ecstasy, they own.
Arching backs, souls bind,
Desires intertwin'd.
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Matt you just reminded me of this from "Nights In White Satin"...Thanks
Late Lament:
Breathe deep the gathering gloom,
Watch lights fade from every room.
Bedsitter people look back and lament,
Another day's useless energy spent.
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,
Lonely man cries for love and has none.
New mother picks up and suckles her son,
Senior citizens wish they were young.
Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white.
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion?
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