The beware of a dare that rewinds
back to when I sang to the patrons...
blinded...
Too polite and white,
but you wouldn't
refuse me
like a wing's owls
that embraced
everything.
My love was a glass of wine
until I tasted her lips so fine.
The true intoxication
go in blindly
and feel the fire works.
Its in the eyes.......
gentle hands
focused voice
I feel safe.
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Jun 3, 2026 at 6:16 AM UTC
The beware of a dare that rewinds
back to when I sang to the patrons...
blinded...
Too polite and white,
but you wouldn't
refuse me
like a wing's owls
that embraced
everything.
My love was a glass of wine
until I tasted her lips so fine.
The true intoxication
go in blindly
and feel the fire works.
Its in the eyes.......
gentle hands
focused voice
I feel safe.
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