DESIRE CRIES
Edber Mamisao
Desire cries like a warm whisper
Bullets fly, shot guns deliver
Gentle hands breathe gentle slides
My passion is fire, can you feel
me inside?
Laced in music, our bodies tingle
The bass is deep, vibrations from
angels
The ground moves, we groove to the
ocean
Let's join the moon, in a swimming
motion.
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