Clothes and lights are shedding
silhouetting what remains
looking through the looking glass
do all your colors change
Softer hue of devil's due
come play so gently here
words converge on tempting urge
with breath on bend-ed ear
Hearts remorse to run it's course
no here's where pleasures breed
somewhere in the middle of
too much and what we need
Clothes and lights are shedding
inhibition falls like rain
hearts upon the looking glass
where silhouettes remain
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