Writing.
Sunday, 17 July 2011
With teeth glittering gold, And chattering in bitter cold, Icey kissed thighs, And lust in our eyes, with a fire a rage, And a storm astray , Did not we release our hearts from a cage, And wasn’t that, my love, our day?
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