A precious thing..

I long for the sound of your voice more than any music in the world.
Drunken poetry and a mischievous heart to lead me astray and pass the blame…
By far a too precious a thing, like an enchanting spell, an intoxicating unity as I look intensely to know who you really are…
I want nothing more than to be close to your warm nature, embraced on a cold morning and feel a sense of sensual transcendence.Here I am Madonna and a whore…


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