You are the ocean I'm drowning in,
the sky from which I fall.
I ride on your waves of heated passion,
on your clouds of tenderness
I lose all.
I lose all
to your leaves of golden tunes of pleasure
your moonbeam eyes that strip me bare
your thirsty blood lips from which you devour
to the field of poppies in your hair.
I am the dust that sinks to your bedroom floor.
I lose all.
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