nightingale
my steps sound
in the rhythm of your thoughts
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thoughts that are calling me out
in your dreams
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dreams kissed smoothly
on their velvety skin
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skin perfumed luxuriously with
exotic scent, gently and alluring
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alluring and charming connected
at the voice of a nightingale
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a nightingale on the fold of stars
and moon's wrist, singing
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singing in its abandon,
the pure essence of our carnality