Time to shake the dust off…Dance with me baby, danceTo shake the dust from your skinLet it move, and bend againMove your head, side to side, So the world is blurredAnd the dust will shake from your hair, Let it...
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The red flows along the floorCrawls away to leave in peaceThe broken glass that fell with itSits cold against the floorAlongside the lovers fleshThe two bodies lay stillMore alive than they had ever beenThe grapes of love forgottenIn the heat...
Every finger brushing skinLike the soft glide of paint on canvasEvery sigh or moan, a melody,To which we will dance,And I will find my muse along your curveIn your eyes I read a poem, No…An epic to rival Odysseus and...