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There is musk about your scattered limbs,
Sweet silvers on your Southern drawl,
Deep heat pinned papillon..
Let us pull these pearls
A little tighter...
Recite the hymns
That stoke the fires
From bended knee
Excite these summoned energies,
To crave these hearsay heresies
And see.....
Our war- paint , wild existence
With a freedom seldom known.
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
You are close...
There is musk about your scattered limbs,
Sweet silvers on your Southern drawl,
Deep heat pinned papillon..
Let us pull these pearls
A little tighter...
Recite the hymns
That stoke the fires
From bended knee
Excite these summoned energies,
To crave these hearsay heresies
And see.....
Our war- paint , wild existence
With a freedom seldom known.
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