Tsh, wan eyes full of fire,
can't feel paper soul burn in desire,
parted lips whispered and begged for more . . .
overcome, sweet essence of skin drown within the pleasure,
torn out heart with passion . . .
spread wings, in the air,
danced with falling leaves,
no one there . . .
spirit hold's your hand
tsh
© Copyright: Зорина Наталья, 2012
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