Petals In The Grass
Roseate Lips
Roseate lips
That call my name
Breath of desire
Speaking ever softly
Indigo eyes
Drawing me near
Staring so mildly
Must not make her blink
Waxen skin
Pacifies my passion
No colors are needed
Longing to touch
Long dusky hair
Pliant and flowing
Cries out for my fingers
Crying ever slight
That call my name
Breath of desire
Speaking ever softly
Indigo eyes
Drawing me near
Staring so mildly
Must not make her blink
Waxen skin
Pacifies my passion
No colors are needed
Longing to touch
Long dusky hair
Pliant and flowing
Cries out for my fingers
Crying ever slight
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Roseate Lips
Roseate Lips