Are these lyrics, waiting to be made whole in song...penetrative words aroused by the potential of having someone wrap around them taking my thoughts closer to their...
...womb? ...heart? The We of TheeThe thee of we is not me
but the wee of thee is not you nor me to be more than thee Count me and thee to sum to few. From Moment to MomentShe knows not what she wants
pursuing her desires with blithe No matter, it matters not her wont, For men's hearts are born to be toyed with |
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