I'm taken up with your hands
Subtly heating my wind brushed skin
And the whispers your lips slowly mouth
Set under burning reds dripping down dusk's face
And your gaze frozen into mine
By deathly blues choking life from the hour--
What lies beneath your eyes?
And what dreams is your heart possessed by?
I to tell this
Is as I to tell of dimmet's call for passionate cries.
Subtly heating my wind brushed skin
And the whispers your lips slowly mouth
Set under burning reds dripping down dusk's face
And your gaze frozen into mine
By deathly blues choking life from the hour--
What lies beneath your eyes?
And what dreams is your heart possessed by?
I to tell this
Is as I to tell of dimmet's call for passionate cries.
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