bolts a cloud
right into space
"hows that
for pace"
I want to play
naked on skin
I want to sway
dancing in rain
kiss your mouth
without stopping
"alters we"
it's a fault he wants
for me to be
guessing says
there's a plate to see
barefoot
down a hall silently
"you son of a bitch"
you're testing me
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