Story of an album

There’s a story here to be told…

starting with rays kissing my thighs,

marking a lust you can’t disguise

…and showing a trembling hand to wake

tremors of my hips, uncontrollable shake!

and the wistful frenzy over my will,

makes the sound of my voice turn to a shrill;

…and then…washing over my mind such peace…

forward bearing a serene release…

A moment of passion now gone…

Look me in the eye. I’m not done. 🙂

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