It brings a second verse
The shape of those nipples betweenmy fingers
The weight of your breast resting on my hands
The look of the sking turned to red
The eyes hidden behind the mess of your hair
The smelt of your sex
The bright dark of your mind following mine
The way your way makes me be
The natural shared hate on the tip of my cane
All that sweetness is on my mind.
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