Crushing
I'll dance naked on the hills.
If it will make you want to feel.
The rigidness that is raw passion.
Freeing your soul from its tension.
The wind will carry my voice.
As I confess that you are my choice.
Calling onto your cold heart.
Warming up that frozen ark.
I'll occupy your sacred thoughts.
Ignite what my hidden desires want.
Draw you out of that crowded village.
In a way that can never be pillage.
The scent of my skin intoxicates.
Yet to your touch it reciprocates.
When your unsure hands explore.
Both of us shaking to the core.
Love will bloom like sunflowers.
Engulf those walls betrayal towers.
Freeing that soul as your pride thaws.
As you rise to embrace life flaws.
Thank you for coming.
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