Wrap me in your olive skin
write words upon my heart,
I taste you on my morning
though in mourning skin did part.
That lasting touch doth tingle
mingled on in nights reflection,
shimmer on the waters of
your silky smooth complexion.
Burning white hot embered night
the moonlight found it's calling,
upon your shoulders there it danced
I glanced my walls are falling.
There upon that velvet heart
I trust my dreams divide,
to simply crash upon ourselves
into my heart collide.
Just a moments more release
to please my pulsing sin,
write your words upon my heart
to touch your olive skin.
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