my babe...

Pride has its own talent. Put it aside.
Do anything necessary to bloom. Both.
Me to you. You to me.

Let me hear howling your wolves
on my lips, while the lust propagates
passion through our blood.

With the shades of blue full of dreams,
our astral bodies love to play with fire.
Mine thru you. Yours thru me.

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