Matters Of A Time

Warm

Legs send shivers down my back

Weary

Steps are mapped my heart and liver and ears

Played with your moves in mind

I hear you put your words together

I’ve already played each breath

In my head

You’re just reviving the dead

You put your fingers on my shirt

And I let you

We’ll die soon so I wanna feel this

Arousal

All around

Fear and loathing abound

Soon we’ll be deaf to the sound

So I wanna hear this

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