That soft taste of wind
Rolling off the curtains
Fling thought of unquenchable desire
That touch my eyes with fire
As your firm mounds brush my buttons

You and I
Cooked of strength and wet passion
My abstract love
Always a window away
My abstract love
Always a door away
My abstract love
Always a tree away
My abstract love
Always a street away
And what does fear say?
I love you but you are a coward
Not interested


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