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my sleepy lips My sleep lips, and drowsy hips Would not respond,to hands that bond The fingers sweet,trying to treat A body which,just woudn't twitch Your mouth believed, it could retrieve What I had lost, while I had tossed In shallow streams,of vacant dreams At least a hint,would give a glint Of hope that I, would more than lie But would arise,To calling thighs Instead I'm spent, and so silent With nothing done, hardly begun And yet I stop, with nothing propped While you have kept, where your heart lept Anticipate, that I'll relate Live in lifes hope, that you can rope Passion thats still, and make it spill Anticipate, that I'll relate Live in lifes hope, that you can rope Passion thats still, and make it spill |
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