Silent beast like a wild orgasm
Her flowers are brighter then dreams
Now she dreams of my innuendoes
Her makeup more risqué
Walls red and impatient
Wind sighing like a full moon
Bold new song plays
Her legs have opened to me
I feel them in her sleep
High heels like black songbirds
Precipice of an amber poem
Does she know?
I want her heart
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