If time will tell of darkest deeds
Succumbed to burning wants and needs
And how for love she gladly bleeds
Hunger unfulfilled she feeds.
And in those moments laid quite bare
She spirals skywards through the air
And soars like morning clouds most fair
Unbridled without thought or care.
Lips blood red and wild unleashed
A lovers tale between the sheets
Where love and lust at crossroads meets
To bliss succumb and love most sweet
Good stuff Michael!
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Merci
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De rien
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