The sound of a blues guitar played under the stars
it is like the moan of a woman deeply in love
as her lover touches her skin, gentle and light.
It is the prayer offered to the gods of desire
when language disappears into the night
as dreams twirl and set the world on fire.
it is like the moan of a woman deeply in love
as her lover touches her skin, gentle and light.
It is the prayer offered to the gods of desire
when language disappears into the night
as dreams twirl and set the world on fire.
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