Your way from her to us,
One light of star through darkness,
So many eyes you saw with lust,
But heart was saying silence...
So many miles of rain,
But thoughts can't touch with fingers,
Are gems at road closer than
Your star? I know your fevers
I will be sliding by
Your pillow when you're sleeping,
Like yellow cat of kind moonlight,
By cheek, by eyes and deep in
I'll penetrate and heat
Your hand, your lip, your hunger,
Just sliding as moonlight by skin,
I'll cover you with blanket
My tired little wolf,
Your wool became of silver,
My home has warm hearth and roof,
So dry your rain, my drifter...
Home
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