...oh let me bury
my face into the valley of your peaches
I long to liberate
them from the prison of your silks
oh let the craving of my mouth
the sweetness of your milk
caress my thoughts
swim in the river of my feelings
with the fragrance of your screams
fill in this garden
with the flutter of your dreams
release me from the pain of being...
I might post a color version on the Nostalgia facebook page (see below).
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