Blind But Sensuous
Your voice rekindled my urge to love
To love things that flutter so close to me
That I can feel the whisper of the wind
But never do they touch my skin...
Your voice bathed me in want of ecstacy
I wanted to drench myself in adoration of foreign eyes
That will read my soul as a ravaging novel
But never do they see what I'm hiding...
Your voice hurled me towards bleeding skylines
I can never look at darkness the same
It will bring your breath into my heart
But never will we breathe the same air...
Your voice clasped my legs unknowingly
I feared the flood of lust
That will drown my body under the bridge of your mould
But never does it rescue after dawn...
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