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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