Powerful hands kneading, sinking in
Mind restful, fingers caressing my soul
Your touch electric, firing my skin
Combined, in harmony, melded & whole
Powerful hands kneading, sinking in
Mind restful, fingers caressing my soul
Your touch electric, firing my skin
Combined, in harmony, melded & whole
Birds make great sky circles of their freedom
How do they do it?
They fall
And in falling, they’re given wings
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