Another leaf from the bough; dried and burnt
Fell again one more into the dungeon of freedom
Scorching heat of repression with no sign of shade
World with their shades on watch the old bough burn
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Excited nerves yet calm mind
trance deep into the mystic thought
picture of your curvaceous and wet abyss
withheld amid your two lustrous thighs
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Drifting with the silence breeze,
it hovers and spread across dark wood
Dampness and silence lay afar
with occasional creaking of twigs
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A Khuyug from the eastern Tibet,
you sing a song, song of red dragon
And you sang, sang alone
in the dusk misty sky
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Under the shadow of my life
I have secrets hidden from your eyes
Some stolen days from my withering routine
Whence in death of night I sneaked
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Love not thy body but heart..?
Yet thy deep eyes full of tenderness
Pierce through my soul beyond so keen
Shade beneath thy loose silken braid, so serene
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